“If you think fiction can’t change your life and challenge you to be a better person, you need to read The Five Times I Met Myself.”
—Andy Andrews, New York Times bestselling author of How Do You Kill 11 Million People, The Noticer & The Traveler’s Gift
What if you met your twenty-three-year-old self in a dream? What would you say?
Brock Matthews’ once promising life is unraveling. His coffee company. His marriage.
So when he discovers his vivid dreams—where he encounters his younger self—might let him change his past mistakes, he jumps at the chance. The results are astonishing, but also disturbing.
Because getting what Brock wants most in the world will force him to give up the one thing he doesn’t know how to let go . . . and his greatest fear is that it’s already too late.
“A powerfully redemptive story with twists and turns that had me glued to every page. With a compelling message for anyone who longs to relive their past, The Five Times I Met Myself is another James L. Rubart masterpiece.”
—Susan May Warren, bestselling author of the Christiansen Family series
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The Five Times I Met Myself
By JAMES L. RUBART
Thomas NelsonCopyright © 2015 James L. Rubart
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May 10, 2015
The dream had come again last night, just as it had sliced into Brock's subconscious the night before that. A dream now dominating a significant portion of his waking moments. He had to talk to someone about it — someone with at least a smattering of psychology. Someone he could trust. His best choice was Morgan. His only choice, really.
Brock crossed Seattle's 4th Avenue and looked up at the sky as it surrendered to dusk. Not long till the spring evenings would hold the light till after nine o'clock. He reached the other side of the street, strode up to the front door of Java Spot, yanked the door open, and stepped inside. Three- quarters full. The perfect number of people. Not so many that newcomers would turn away, but enough to tell people it was a place to be. Morgan had to feel good having that many customers at six twenty.
Brock glanced around at the 1940s motif. Posters of Rosie the Riveter and Ted Williams, an old Coca-Cola sign, and the famous shot of the sailor kissing a nurse in Times Square hung on the walls. Definitely captured the hope of a post–World War II populace. Or maybe Java Spot simply appealed to those who wanted an alternative to the corporate giant that had more coffee shops sprinkled throughout Puget Sound than 7-Elevens.
On one side: a cluster of what looked like college students, a few couples, and some solo acts. The opposite side: three people hunched over their Mac laptops, and a large group of mid-forty-somethings laughed and pointed at each other in rapid-fire succession. What Java Spot put in its drinks was obviously the right concoction, which made Brock smile again, because he'd developed those concoctions being consumed in all fifteen of Morgan's locations as well as the rest of the country and overseas.
Brock took one more glance around the coffee shop, then strolled behind the counter and said, "Not a bad crowd for a Monday night."
"You can't come back here."
"Deal with it."
"Nope. Employees only. Get out. Now."
Morgan Myers lugged his sizable girth toward Brock and grinned. When he reached Brock, Morgan grabbed him by both shoulders and shook him like he was a stuffed animal. Yeah, maybe Morgan had put on more than a few pounds since their college days, but even after thirty-one years, he hadn't lost any of his linebacker strength.
"Amazing," Morgan said. "You actually have the hint of a tan to go with your slightly graying mane. A vacation you call work — but at least you got some sun."
"It was work."
"Uh-huh. A week in Costa Rica sipping coffee and checking out beans. Brutal. How did you survive? What, you were probably slaving away three, maybe four hours a day before you hit the beach?"
"Four and a half." Brock grinned at his friend.
"When did you get back?"
"Five days ago." Brock lowered his voice. "That's when they started."
"When what started?"
"When you get a moment, I need to talk."
"The doctor is in." Morgan tapped his chest.
"A degree in psychology you never used makes you a doctor?"
"I use it every day." Morgan waved his paw of a hand at the crowd. "Spill it. Problems with Karissa? Tyson? Work?"
"A dream. More like a nightmare."
Morgan beckoned with his finger and led Brock to the back room and into the office. After they settled into the small space, Morgan beckoned again with both hands. "Let's go. Tell me about dem cah-razy dreams."
"Strange dreams, not necessarily crazy." Brock glanced at Morgan's office door to make sure it was shut.
"You said nightmare."
"Not exactly. I'm not sure how to describe it — I'd almost call it spiritual but not in an uplifting way."
"Like a God dream?" Morgan's eyes were expectant.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean God dreams, where you know he's trying to tell you something." Morgan leaned forward and opened his hands. "Where he's talking to you through the dream, warning you, or letting you know something is coming, something to get ready for."
"God does that?"
"It's not like that, I don't think. It's more ... You ever have one of those dreams that's so real you can't tell if it's a dream or not, and when you wake up, you know intellectually it had to have been a dream, but you're still not one hundred percent sure?"
"Yes." Morgan's voice grew softer and he repeated his earlier request. "Tell me about the dream. In detail. And why it's freaking you out so much."
"My dad is in it."
"Oh boy, here we go."
"The dream isn't just a dream." Brock leaned back and focused on the ceiling of Morgan's office. "Yes, it's a dream, but Morg, I know it was more. My dad is young, early thirties I'm guessing, in the days before his nervous breakdown. The days before he started hating me."
"He didn't hate you."
Brock ignored the comment. "The light in his eyes is like fire. And he wears a jet-black fedora straight out of the fifties — so now I finally realize where the name of the company came from. He never wore a hat like that in life, and yet it was more him than anything I ever saw him wear." Brock glanced at Morgan. "You get that?"
Brock paused. "You know how most dreams have elements of fantasy in them? Things that couldn't happen in real life? This wasn't like that. Everything was as it should be. And it would take the push of a feather to convince me it really happened. That I was truly there. It was more real than real life."
The memory of the dream engulfed Brock and he lived it again, for the millionth time.
Brock," his dad rumbled as they sat next to each other in Brock's boyhood backyard on a summer evening, both of them facing west, the sun starting to set.
"Yeah?" He gazed at the Douglas fir tree in the northwest corner. The tree he'd climb to the top when he was nine and ten and eleven and twelve to get away from his father.
"You need to listen to me." His dad held a small rectangular box wrapped in brown paper, which he tapped on the armrest of his chair. He pointed to the box and raised his eyebrows. "You see this? It's important."
"What is it?"
"I am." He turned to face his dad.
"No, not listening with one ear out the door like you always did." Dad beckoned with his finger right next to his ruddy cheek. "Right here. In my eyes. That kind of listening."
"Okay." The air warmed and his father's eyes grew more intense. Brock had the urge to bolt from his chair, but his body wouldn't move. "I'm really listening."
"Good. You need to. Yeah, you really, truly need to." He turned the box over in his hands. "You have to make peace with Ron. Have to."
"Peace with Ron? Yeah, sure, Dad. Peace with a brother who's a year and a half younger but acts like he's three years older? One with a life mission to beat me in everything he does?"
"Same mission as yours."
"I'm not as bad as —"
"He's your brother."
"No, he's my business partner." Brock clutched his chair's armrests as anger rose inside. "And you gave him fifty-one percent of the company, which he lords over me every moment."
His dad turned away and gazed out over the darkening horizon. Once again he tapped the rectangular box in a slow rhythm on the armrest.
"It's coming, Brock, turning toward you just like the rotation of the earth. You can't stop it. It won't be easy. Definitely not easy. But good. You probably won't believe me, but it's good."
"What's coming, Dad?"
"Embrace it, Brock, even though it will be difficult. Face the truth, though it will be painful, for the truth will set you free." His dad leaned over and smacked his palm into Brock's chest so hard he caught his breath. "You need to get ready."
Brock pulled back. "Why'd you —"
"If you don't, it's going to bury you. If you don't, I'm going to bury you. Got it?"
His dad rose and grabbed Brock's shirt with both hands, yanked him out of the chair, and shook him hard. "Get ready!"
Louder this time.
"Tell me what's coming, Dad!"
Brock's dad pulled his face so close their noses touched and his voice dropped to a whisper. "For —"
But each time the words left his dad's mouth, the colors around them swirled and buried Brock, and he woke, breathing hard.
Brock stared at Morgan and whispered to his friend, "I have to get control of that dream. Get rid of it. My dad scares the snot out of me every time, and I'm tired of it."
"What's coming, Brock?"
"I don't know. I wake up every time before he tells me."
"You've had the dream more than once?"
"Five times in the past five days."
"Wow, someone wants to get your attention." Morgan leaned back and put his hands behind his head.
"This is God's way of saying hello?"
"What does Karissa say about it?"
"I haven't told her."
Brock closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto his chair. "I don't want to get into it right now."
"Morg?" Brock cocked his head and opened his eyes. "Give me a break."
"No worries." Morgan held his hands up. "What did you see and feel in the dream? Not with your mind, with your spirit."
Interesting question. On the surface there was nothing more than what he'd told Morgan. But underneath, there were layers he couldn't put into words.
"Like I couldn't stop whatever my dad says is coming, and yet I have to try."
"It's as if I was higher ... I don't know how to describe it ... The dream was clearer than it should have been, if that makes any sense. It gave me hope and fear at the same time."
"Yes." Morgan smiled. "Now we're getting somewhere."
"I was there. I saw my dad, but not only saw him, I saw deeper. As if I was seeing the true self that was buried while he was alive. The dream was the most normal scene you can imagine. But it felt like I was touching the past and the present and the future all at the same time. And what he told me didn't come from me or my subconscious, it truly came from my dad. Do you understand, Morg?"
"It was like he was alive. In the present."
"But he looked young. In his thirties."
"And you're thinking he's talking to you from heaven."
"No. It was just a dream." Brock's head lulled back. "I mean, I don't know. It's why I'm talking to you." He clenched his fists. "So what he said ... Was that a warning from God like you suggested? Or only a chemical reaction inside my head as I slept? And if it was a chemical reaction, could God have his hand on it? Maybe he orchestrated it?"
Morgan said in a sing-song voice, "The place where dreams and reality intersect, where the dream is immersed into the reality and is no longer a dream. A place where the infinite reaches us beyond the limitations of our mortal coils."
"It's a quote from a book I read six months back. Thought I told you about it." Morgan twisted in his chair, stood, and scanned the bookshelves that ran across the back wall of his office. He shuffled a few feet to his left, reached for the highest shelf, pulled out a thin volume, and tossed it to Brock. "Here."
Brock caught it and looked at the cover. Lucid Dreaming: Turning Dreams into Reality.
"Read it. Amazing stuff in there. Keep it, don't need it back. It's yours."
"What's lucid dreaming?"
"Read it. It might help you deal with the dream. Figure out what God's doing."
"Do you know what my dream meant?"
"Maybe." Morgan's eyes narrowed. "If I'm right, you're in for a ride."
"Why do you think that?"
"Just a feeling. Read the book and see where God leads you."
* * *
Brock tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he wove through the darkening streets toward home. Why were there always more questions than answers when he talked with Morgan? He supposed it was the price of friendship with a man so well read and probing.
Morgan's intuition was rarely wrong. Which meant the coming weeks would be a roller coaster without any chance to get off. As if he didn't have enough tension pumping through his veins at work, and even more on the home front.CHAPTER 2
Brock slid his key into the lock of his eastside home on top of Newcastle with its view of Bellevue, and Lake Washington and Seattle in the distance. All the lights were off, which meant Tyson wasn't home. He knew his son wouldn't be, but it also meant Karissa was out somewhere with someone without telling him about it. Again. He went into the kitchen, set his briefcase and keys on the black granite counter, and called her. She picked up on the fourth ring.
"You're not home."
"I'm out, obviously."
"With?" He rubbed his eyes, then slid on his reading glasses and pawed through the mail that sat on the counter.
"Oh." Brock wandered into the dark family room and flipped on a light. "Didn't know you were going out tonight."
"It was last minute. Ruth called and said she needed someone to talk to." Karissa paused, then answered the question she knew he was going to ask next. "Sorry, I forgot to let you know."
But it was a problem. It was a symptom of her slow pulling away from him, which he felt more than he could verbalize. It was a good marriage. A solid marriage. They loved each other. Even still liked each other. Most of the time. At least some of the time. Did he wonder what life would be like a year from now when Tyson headed off to college? Of course. Karissa certainly did, based on the number of conversations they'd had on the subject. But it didn't worry him. They'd be fine. Karissa had her interests, he had his, they had theirs together. At least they used to, and they could get them going again. Their life was okay. Used to be okay. Brock sighed and admitted for the first time since they'd started to make serious coin that money had become a salve that covered a lot of unspoken wounds.
"What time do you think you'll be home?"
"I don't know." Her tone said she was irritated by the question. "Don't stay up."
"Okay." He considered telling her to be safe, but she'd think it was cliché. "Wake me up when you get home?"
But he knew she wouldn't.
Brock slipped into bed early and picked up Morgan's book. He meant to read just a few chapters but found it impossible to put down till he finished it. Morg was right. Fascinating. Lucid dreaming was a way to control his dreams. Which meant a way to grab hold of the one terrorizing him, wrench it from his subconscious, and destroy it.
He glanced at his watch. Twelve twenty-one. Still no Karissa. He considered texting her but knew she'd be annoyed. Checking up on her, she'd say. He pushed the worry from his mind and prayed the dream wouldn't come as sleep carried him away.
Brock slept solid — with no dreams, thank God — till he woke the next morning to the sound of the shower running. He opened his eyes a crack and stared through the half-open bathroom door. He didn't need to look at the clock on his nightstand. Had to be just after seven.
Same routine Monday through Friday for the past twenty-seven years. Karissa took an eight-minute shower every weekday morning starting at exactly seven a.m. Plus two minutes for her to dry off, which meant he had less than ten minutes to get to the kitchen, make coffee, and have it ready for them to drink a cup together. If she decided she had time.
Five minutes later, Karissa strolled around the corner of the hallway into the kitchen, drying her thick dark-brown hair with a light-green towel. Karissa sauntered up to him, kissed him on the cheek, and sat on the stool beside him.
"Sorry I didn't let you know I was going out last night." She gave him her scrunched-up-face grin that never failed to make him smile. At least in action, if not in heart. Could she see through his acting? Maybe the same way he saw through hers.
But it would be okay. They just needed time. He needed things at the company to stop being so volatile. Needed his sparring with Ron to subside. Needed to spend a bit more time with Tyson, which Karissa loved seeing him do.
"Tyson get off to school okay?"
"He was already gone by the time I got up at six."
"Student council stuff?"
"No. He's practicing his speech in front of two of the teachers." Karissa slid off the stool, scooted over to the refrigerator, and pulled out her caramel macchiato creamer. She called to him over the top of the door. "You didn't bring over my creamer."
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To me this read was very thought provoking. I enjoy the writing style of James and I travel right along with his dreams. Thank you for your time spent rewriting and finalizing this book. I wait your new release!
After reading the free sample, i was hooked and had to buy! I found myself comparing my life with Brock's on so many levels. It definitely makes you stop and think.
I came across this book at a time in my life when I was questioning my own path of life. Funny how this book came to me in my time of need.
Inviting story about what we wish we could change. But the truth is what we are is where we need to be. Can always change to be better and different.
There are few stories in the world that truly make you think beyond the pages but this is one of them. What if you could go back in your life and change the things that didn't work out? Get a do-over? What could possibly happen if you dropped that tiny pebble into the ocean of your life? Well, you'd probably find yourself in the very pages of this book. As I was reading I began to feel a little similar to one of my favorite Christmas movies- It's A Wonderful Life but unlike Jimmy Stewart's character who gets to see the affect his life had on those around him encouraging him to believe his life has, in fact, been wonderful, Brock Matthews experiences an opportunity to change his past in an attempt to create the best future...which, as you can guess, doesn't exactly turn out that way. Mr. Rubart's ability to torment me throughout Brock Matthews' story, as I kept turning page after page to see what would happen next, I realized was me trying to figure out what I would do next? What would I do in the character's situation? Would I have made the same decisions? Would I be able to handle the outcome? In the end, the story transitioned from a fictional character into my own. Even in the end when I was less than satisfied with the course the character's life took it made me realize that just because we choose to live rightly-it doesn't mean our reality will be easier or without trouble but rather it puts our focus where it belongs. The Christian element is strong in this book and I found myself struggling with some of the theological narrative but the story is an every-man's story and I think most readers will come away from the story satisfied, if not at least thinking-what if?
How many times have you ever thought about what you would do differently if you could live your life over? This story puts a whole new spin on that idea. James Rubart has a very active imagination and spins quite a captivating story as he describes Brock Matthews’s dreams and the outcome of each. He even had me trying to figure out what he should do to get things to work out right. The conclusion of the story caught me by surprise even though I kept thinking of different scenarios as the story unfolded. The message of the book should linger for a long time. I encourage all serious seekers of truth to read the book and see what message you derive from it. I wanted to know how it would end but I was not ready for it to end. A very interesting book that should make you think.
I started it, but couldn't really get into it - a bit too religiously-toned for me - sorry.
There is nothing better then a good book and James Rubart new book The Five Times I Met Myself fits the mold. Let me start by saying I couldn't put this book down, there would be night I stay up fighting sleep just to keep reading. The book is well written and very simple to understand. Brock Matthews has what the call Lucid Dreams. It's the ability to control your dreams. Brock has dreams where he meets his younger self and has is younger self make changes to his life that will affect the world he lives in now, but that cause problems along the way. Brock finds that things change some for the better but other for the worst. He is left to either stay in the time table that he is in or try and get back to the way things where before. I think what I like about this book is that you come away asking yourself " if I could go back and talk to my younger self what would I have them change?" " Would I be willing to accept the change that would come about?" I want to thank Thomas Nelson and their Bookbloggers program for my free book in exchange for me review. My review is mine and mine alone.
James Rubart is a brilliant writer. I've loved every one of his books, but The Five Times I Met Myself has to be his best, alongside Rooms. A story of redemption, of forgiveness, and of working hard to make things right, you're sure to find something within the pages that will leave you thinking for a long time. The plot is intriguing, focusing on something we all wish we could do at some point in our lives - go back and make it right. Just when you think the lead character has life figured out, another twist turns him in a new direction. Strong characters and engaging dialogue make this a wonderful read that will have you turning pages late at night ... when you should be dreaming.
If I knew then what I know now… I can’t count the times I’ve uttered that phrase when I’ve missed an opportunity, offended somebody, or made some other mistake due to lack of wisdom or experience. In this thought provoking novel by James Rubart, Brock Mathews has an opportunity to “…know then what he knows now” by attempting to advise his younger self and avoid some serious mistakes. It doesn’t go well. What Rubart does is spin an engaging tale that makes me wonder if I’m better off not “knowing then...” Maybe, I’m just better off experiencing life the way God designed it and doing my best. Even if you don’t ponder that question yourself, you’ll enjoy this great tale and the characters that James Rubart creates in The Five Times I Met Myself. And maybe he won’t fool you with the final twist in the novel. The best of his seven excellent novels.
To classify this as a sci-fi/ fantasy book might be a bit far fetched. There is an element of "time travel" but not in the Doctor Who flying in the Tardis type of way. The time traveling done in this book was done through lucid dreaming. Brock is able to control his dreams and talk to the younger version of himself in major periods of his life in order to try and change his future. Brock and his friends are Christians, so God and prayer are discussed throughout the book as well. I received this book free from the publisher through the BookLook Bloggers book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
When I was presented with the opportunity to read The Five Times I Met Myself, I was definitely intrigued. At first, I thought it was non-fiction and would be about identifying your direction in light. As I read the description, I discovered that it was a work of fiction and was intrigued by the questions being posed. Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you should have done differently? What would you say if you met your 23-year-old self in a dream? What made it more interesting to me is that a co-worker had just recenlty been talking about a book that she was reading about personal transformation. While it was not the same style of work, it seemed to be driving towards a common path. As I read the book, I realized that the questions are not so straight forward and that what you might want to change in your life could result in a much further reaching impact than simply the path that you take. It made me take pause and think about who else and what else would have been impacted if I had made different life choices along the way. It gave me a great perspective on the idea that it was through a series of individual decisions that led me to exactly where I am, and where I feel like I belong. Any changes to those decisions could see me married to someone else, living somewhere else and not the mom to my kids. What a strange thought. Brock learns a lot on his journey and I really enjoyed the journey, not just for what I learned alongside Brock, but for what it made me think about and consider in my own life.
James L. Rubart in his new book, “The Five Times I Met Myself” published by Thomas Nelson introduces us to Brock Matthews. From the back cover: What if you met your twenty-three year old self in a dream? What would you say? Brock Matthews’ once promising life is unraveling. His coffee company. His marriage. So when he discovers his vivid dreams—where he encounters his younger self—might let him change his past mistakes, he jumps at the chance. The results are astonishing, but also disturbing. Because getting what Brock wants most in the world will force him to give up the one thing he doesn’t know how to let go of . . . and his greatest fear is it’s already too late. How many of us have ever thought or said, “If I knew then what I know now I never would have done that or said that”? All of us have regrets over decisions made in the past? We feel that if we went back in time and told our younger selves not to do or say that we would be better for it in the future. Regret is a huge mountain that lingers in the background; it’s the outline of many of our future decisions. Sometimes it’s the foundation of many of our most intricately laid plans. Let us define “regret” as those things that are holding us prisoners to decisions and actions of the past. These “regrets” keep us from enjoying the life that God has planned for us. Before Brock Mathews can really fulfill his purpose he needs God to heal him of these regrets. “The Five Times I Met Myself” is a very exciting book. One that will keep you flipping pages trying to find out what will happen next just as fast as you can read and flip. Everything is Biblical and Mr. Rubart is at the top of his game with his writing. “The Five Times I Met Myself” will keep you asking questions, once you get the answer to one question it leads you to another and then another. Brock Matthews and the rest of his family are well written and you get involved with every one of them. This is a just plain fun, exciting story that entertains as well as makes us think. Mr. Rubart has batted in a winner and I recommend this book highly. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Litfuse Publicity Group. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
Oh My!!! Where do I begin! This book is fascinating!! Have you ever wished you could go back in time and change certain situations in your life? I know I have! Well, The Five times I Met Myself, takes us on a journey with Brock Matthews doing just that! Things aren't going so well in many areas of his life so when he learns he can go back and possibly guide things in a different direction, he is thrilled. But like so many things in our lives, just because we change things doesn't mean they're going to work out any better...or will they ?? I LOVED this book!!!
Who hasn't ever wondered about their dreams? The Five Times I Met Myself by James L. Rubart, is about Brock, a man who has mysterious dreams, none of which I'll share, due to my 'NO SPOILERS' policy. Anyway, he has these dreams that leave him baffled and curious. After speaking to a friend, he's referred to a book on lucid dreams. In the book, he discovers he can take control of his dreams; he can make them different. So he dives right back into his dreams, with a plan. He decides to explain things to himself and get himself to do things differently. The problem is, things don't go so well. This book was so fun and incredibly relatable, because we've all been in Brock's position. What position is that? Why, wishing we could go back and do things differently! If only... This book blew my mind and I couldn't put it down. READ IT! http://tinyurl.com/pnfmbdc
In a word, WOW! James Rubart has done it again. This book was amazing. I loved the premise. It was incredibly unique with time travel aspects and a hint of a Christmas Carol. There were wonderful life lessons to take away and reminders of what and who are truly important in life. I was never sure what was going to happen next and how Brock's dream would influence reality. I was also jealous that he was able to speak to his younger self and give him suggestions about how to avoid mistakes or regrets in the hope that he would listen. It would be amazing to change things in the past, yet I can see the danger of always looking back and trying to fix things, never sure what the outcome would actually be. Brock tries to fix something, which makes other things worse, and it was amazing to see how much one choice can influence the future. I liked that he struggled with feeling validation through his work and how well his company did, which I think a lot of men especially struggle with. I think all people struggle to some extent, at one time or another, with finding their worth in other things or people rather than in a relationship with God. We don't realize or believe how much He loves us and how He views us. Brock also had huge regrets regarding his relationships with his father and brother and to some extent his wife and son. His priorities were a bit mixed up and it was a wild ride through the book watching him grow and change. I think both men and women would love this book for it's unique story and wonderful message! James Rubart is definitely one of my favorite authors! I received this book free from Litfuse Publicity in exchange for an honest review.
Brock is greatly disturbed by a dream that he keeps having of his late father. When he mentions this to his friend, his friend loans him a book on lucid dreaming. Brock finds that lucid dreaming can take him back to the past where the decisions he makes change the outcome of his future. Since he is having some difficulties in his marriage and business, he sets about to change the future by influencing his younger self. But it doesn't go as planned. He continues to meet with himself until he learns some valuable life lessons about the choices we make and how they effect the ones around us. This book was a different take on time travel then what I've read in the past. It was an unusual set up for a thought provoking book. I enjoyed the style of writing and the visuals the author created. I didn't really connect with or care about the characters, but the plot was very intriguing. I finished the book and couldn't stop thinking about the life lessons the author brought out. The book has appeal and I would recommend it for the Christian element alone. For the casual reader who isn't into life lessons or Christian insight, the book might be a bit much. But for me it was entertaining as well as a jumping off point for some deep thinking. I received this book free of charge from Litfuse Publicity in exchange for my honest review.
I’ve been played. Like a fine-tuned instrument. In his latest project (you cannot call what James L. Rubart does writing, anymore than you can call what Michelangelo did sculpting, or what DaVinci did painting, or what Beethoven did composing) James L. Rubart subtly captured my interest, and then skillfully played upon my emotions and my intellect. Until it was too late. To stop, that is. To stop experiencing (one does not read James L. Rubart’s projects) the vision that is THE FIVE TIMES I MET MYSELF. Who doesn’t have regrets over decisions made in the past? Who hasn’t entertained the idea, even said the words, “If I only knew then what I know now . . .” Things would be different. I’d have done things differently. I would have chosen what’s behind door number three. Regret is a huge idea that lingers in the background; it’s the outline of many of our future decisions and determinations. Sometimes it’s the foundation of many of our most intricately laid plans, and most expansive endeavors. (Sometimes, it may even spark one’s interest and cause one to write a book about it.) Brock Matthews’ once promising life is unraveling. His coffee company. His marriage. So . . . when he discovers his vivid dreams – where he meets his younger self – might actually let him change his past mistakes, he jumps at the chance. The results are astonishing – and disturbing. Because getting what Brock wants most in the world will force him to give up the one thing he doesn’t know how to let go. And his greatest fear is that it’s already too late. * WARNING * Do not open this book unless you are willing to entertain the idea of having your whole world turned upside down. 5 stars for mesmerizing fiction from James L. Rubart
What if you could change the past and follow different paths? What if God granted you that gift while you sleep.. This book was one of the best religious books I’ve ever read: but it’s more a book for anyone rather than just the religious! I don’t judge books by their covers or backs. I began this book with a very open mind and optimism. Most of what I’ve read lately has been fantasy and this I didn’t give much of a fantasy vibe from when I decided to check it out. I had hoped for a small escape or a lesson; as this is usually the most I get from a book. This however isn’t a light read for a summer. It isn’t a book to read for a quick laugh it is something altogether different. It’s a book that touches the primal and spiritual parts of any path we may take. Brock from the beginning I separated myself from. I mean he’s a white well off financially business guy at 55 and I’m a 25 year old Native American living on the lower end of financial security. It was a hard first few chapters to soak into. It was in his wife though I found the familiar person in my world and in his son. That led me to his wonderful adventure and to find myself in him. The writing is easy and poetic; I never felt stumped or held back by the writing style at all. It was long 600+ pages but I devoured it so much I stayed up past my husband to finish!! Brock has not led the best life he could of and finds himself on all ends stuck. His dreams about his dad are a message and of what he attempts to discover. It leads him to several altering discussions with himself and analysis on how our choices and priorities can change everything in our lives. The premise of this time travel through your mind was easy to understand and follow and made it less fantastic dream and more wonder at the endless power of God and our minds. It touched me in so many ways while reading I stopped and had a long reflection on my own life. It has been a long time since a story has touched me in such great ways to put into my own heart. I highly recommend that you read this book whether you are lightly religious or heavily. I would give this to anyone who enjoys self reflection as well! Read on, Caroline 5 Stars Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookLook Book Review Program for my honest review and opinion. My opinions are my own and in no way altered by how I received the book!
It's rare for me to receive a book to review and finish it in practically one sitting. But I did. James L. Rubart is a favorite author in our house, and he never disappoints. I was a bit of a glutton, however, in reading 'The Five Times I Met Myself' so quickly, actually in one gulp. The premise of the book deals with 53-year old Brock Mitchell, who's facing financial ruin. With a successful coffee business providing for his family and brother, who he's partners with, hardship comes unexpectedly. In a strange twist, Brock goes into, what he calls lucid dreaming, where he can consciously be aware of the fact that he's dreaming while he's dreaming. As the title says, he meets himself, but as a young man about 25-30 years younger. The point of his dreaming is to change the future. With the book being one part It's a Wonderful Life and part Inception, the reader is kept on his/her toes. The book flows, might not always make sense, but it comes together beautifully in the end. Loved it. Our teenaged daughter is reading it now. She's loving it as well. (i received this book free to review from booklookbloggers)
Once I pick this up I wasn't able to put it down ! Extremely well written his style just flows and it all makes sense to draw the reader in. I can't wait for his next book.
I couldnt wait to purchase this book ,LOVED IT!!MUST READ,