Celine Dion Books

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Celine Dion: My Story, My Dream Celine Dion: My Story, My Dream (Mass Market Paperback)
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avg rating 4.03 — 587 ratings — published 2000
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Let's Talk About Love: A Journey to the End of Taste Let's Talk About Love: A Journey to the End of Taste (Paperback)
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avg rating 3.96 — 3,659 ratings — published 2007
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Céline: Beyond the Image Céline: Beyond the Image (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.35 — 20 ratings — published 2012
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Exactly As I Am: Celebrated Women Share Candid Advice with Today's Girls on What It Takes to Believe in Yourself Exactly As I Am: Celebrated Women Share Candid Advice with Today's Girls on What It Takes to Believe in Yourself (Hardcover)
by (shelved 1 time as celine-dion)
avg rating 3.11 — 65 ratings — published 2009
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Des fleurs sur la neige Des fleurs sur la neige (Mass Market Paperback)
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avg rating 4.33 — 657 ratings — published 1985
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Sixtyfive Roses: A Sister's Memoir Sixtyfive Roses: A Sister's Memoir (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.16 — 55 ratings — published 2008
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Miracle: A Celebration of New Life Miracle: A Celebration of New Life (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.10 — 81 ratings — published 2004
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Celine Dion: For Keeps Celine Dion: For Keeps (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.60 — 97 ratings — published 2005
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Paul Murray
“THE ACCURSED SHIP didn’t sink for a full three hours. By the time it did, I was feeling so traumatized that even watching Dogface die offered little consolation. The dialogue, the acting, the vast emptiness of the whole endeavor! Was that what passed for cinema these days? I felt like I had been violated; violated by a team of accountants. Laura, prostrated by grief, lay weeping on my lap. Frank stared stolidly at the credits, over which, as a coup de grâce, a cat or cats were being strangled to the effect that “My Heart Will Go On,” which at this moment in time was not a sentiment I could endorse.”
Paul Murray

Michelle Zauner
“My mother never seemed to listen to much music, but she loved Barbara Streisand, counting The Way We Were and Yentl as two of her favorite films. I remembered how we used to sing the song "Tell Him" together, and skipped through the album until I found it on track four.
"Remember this?"
I laughed, turning up the volume. It's a duet between Babe and Celine Dion, two powerhouse divas joining together for one epic track. Celine plays the role of a young woman afraid to confess her feelings to the man she loves, and Barbara is her confidant, encouraging her to take the plunge.
"I'm scared, so afraid to show I care... Will he think me weak, if I tremble when I speak?" Celine begins.
When I was a kid my mother used to quiver her lower lip for dramatic effect when she sang the word "tremble." We would trade verses in the living room. I was Barbara and she was Celine, the two of us adding interpretive dance and yearning facial expressions to really sell it.
"I've been there, with my heart out in my hand..." I'd join in, a trail of chimes punctuating my entrance. "But what you must understand, you can't let the chance to love him pass you by!" I'd exclaim, prancing from side to side, raising my hand to urge my voice upward, showcasing my exaggerated vocal range.
Then, together, we'd join in triumphantly. "Tell him! Tell him that the sun and moon rise in his eyes! Reach out to him!" And we'd ballroom dance in a circle along the carpet, staring into each other's eyes as we crooned along to the chorus.
My mom let out a soft giggle from the passenger seat and we sang quietly the rest of the way home. Driving out past the clearing just as the sun went down, the scalloped clouds flushed with a deep orange that made it look like magma.”
Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

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