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Love Becomes a Real Science
For Jeremy, a high school senior growing up near Seattle, there are five seasons: rainy season, dry Season, football season, basketball season, and baseball season. Jeremy's world has always revolved around his father and sports. Now there is a new Heavenly body in town, whose gravity is pulling Jeremy away from the orbit around his dad. Maria, the new girl in town, is on a mission to make her voice heard in the debate of the theory that man evolved from lower life forms. Jeremy's father adamantly believes in Charles Darwin's theory. Who will win the tug of war over Jeremy's heart and mind, as Jeremy evolves from a boy into a man?
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I have created a new genre with this work, perhaps. The name I apply to it is Christian faction. This is a novel which combines romance and humor with a cerebral search for truth. It does not pull any punches, naming real people on both sides of the Evolution debate and combining most of the intelligent design/creationism arguments in one central location in a digestible format. All the Voices of the Wind is designed to change the way you look at the world and to help you understand how the world looks at you. Warning: This book is not for those who are not prepared for an intellectual challenge or a spiritual gutcheck.
Please be advised that it is common practice for all books concerning intelligent design to be rated a one by those who support evolution. This is just another revealing fact of the controversy.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
The lanky teenager glanced in the mirror, checking out his hair to make sure it was still neatly in place. Hey, No need to tamper with perfection. He, who if captured by the enemy, would have revealed the following: name: Jeremy Dillon; rank: senior in high school; serial number: 13 in football, 42 in basketball, and 19 in baseball.
Suddenly his attention was hijacked by a flash of blue. The small mirror in his school locker was not sufficient for satisfying his curiosity so Jeremy whirled around to determine the origin of the blue streak.
Across the hallway, attempting to open a locker, was a girl he didn't recognize. Beautiful long brown hair flowed almost to the waist of the blue dress. It was not often Jeremy saw someone his age in a dress, so this, in itself, would have captured his attention. The figure contained within that garment was the kind that caused car accidents. He gazed for a moment and a woeful thought struck him. She probably has a face only a parent could love.
Jeremy was conscious his mouth was hanging open. As he dwelt on that thought, the object of his contemplation succeeded in opening her locker, placed several books in the inner chamber and twirled with the grace of a ballerina in Jeremy's direction. He felt blood rush to his face as he turned to his locker. He felt totally embarrassed for staring.
He fumbled for the target of the mission to his locker, a book. There was not much time to examine the thoughts speeding through his brain like -- how did I avoid flies entering my mouth when my tongue was in jeopardy of being branded with the imprint of a size 11 Adidas running shoe. His game of twenty questions was cut short by a melodious soprano voice cutting through the fog of his mind like a laser beam.
Jeremy turned to the source of the music masquerading as a voice. Replaying the whole scenario, Jeremy couldn't remember what he noticed first. Was it the perfect pearl white teeth or the delicate nose or the peaches and cream complexion? He only knew for sure the pair of chocolate brown eyes that met his were the most beautiful he had ever seen. A flow of electricity shot through his body from the bottoms of his Adidas to the top of the hair, which, after all that voltage, was probably standing straight up now.
"Can you tell me how to get to room 222?"
Jeremy swallowed hard to prepare for speech. "Room 222. Sure. Go down to end of the hall, hang a right and it's three doors down on your left."
"Thank you!" She flashed him a smile he swore he would never forget, even if he lived to be a zillion years old.
She was dancing down the hallway before he could say another word.
Jeremy watched the retreating figure with audio visions of two songs going through his head. I'd walk a million miles for one of your smiles'. A wave out on the ocean could never move that way.
Suddenly he felt like kicking his locker. I didn't ask her name or introduce myself! How lame is that?
Another voice interrupted his self-lashing party. "Hey, JD. Mr. Burns was wondering how long it takes to get a book out of a locker. He wanted me to remind you a hall pass is not a three day furlough. I guess study hall isn't the same wonderful place without your presence."
"I'm on my way back right now. I hope my picture won't be featured on the milk cartons in the lunchroom today!"
"That makes two of us. Imagine all the people vomiting."
I told Mr. Burns you probably had a major emergency - like your comb got stuck in your hair."
"Not today. I'd have to say I've been twitterpated."
"You've been what?"
"I've been twitterpated. Why don't you go look that up in your Funk and Wagnall's?"
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Book Description Outskirts Press, 2007. Paperback. Condition: New. Seller Inventory # DADAX1432706705
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