Title: Aunt Belle’s Time Travel & Collectibles
Author: Marshall Thornton
Publisher: Kenmore Books
Release Date: June 21, 2017
Genre(s): Contemporary Romance, Time Travel
Page Count: 111
Reviewed by: CrabbyPatty
Heat Level: 2 flames out of 5
Rating: 4.5 stars out of 5
Where would you go if you could travel to any part of your past? That’s the question Terrance faces on his 45th birthday—and right away, he knows. He wants to go back to 1992 and not meet Mr. Wrong. But what begins as a journey to change the past becomes a trip to find the future. From the writer of Femme comes a story of best friends, time travel and going backward to move forward.
Having first sobbed my way through Marshall Thornton’s exceptional Boystown mystery series and then laughed through Joel Leslie’s amazing narration of Thornton’s hilarious Femme, this story of time travel and second chances is an unexpected delight.
You reach a certain point in your life and you start reassessing things. What would have happened if you’d taken one job instead of another? What if you’d never dated your horrible ex?
On his 45th birthday, Terrance wishes he had never met David, the ex that ruined his credit and broke his heart. Sean, Terrance’s on-and-off-again friend for the past 20+ years, gives him a vintage Gameboy for his birthday, purchased at Aunt Belle’s Time Travel & Collectibles.
Turns out Aunt Belle has an honest-to-gawd time machine (using keyboard made from an IBM Selectric and what appears to be galvanized trash can lids) and for $295, Aunt Belle sends Terrance back to 1992, to the night he met David. But this story isn’t one of fantastical adventures and high-tech adventures; it’s about how “you can’t change the past. You can only change the future” and how the people in your time are maybe there for a reason. I really love this unique plot, Terry and Sean and the cast of quirky secondary characters that Thornton fleshes out so beautifully and give it 4.5 stars.
I regretted every day I spent not having sex when I was young. The idea that youth is wasted on the young is all too true. You don’t even have the slightest idea what to do with it until it’s gone. If I got to do the whole thing over again I’d have so much more sex. And I’d study harder. And save more money. And be nicer to the nice people. And meaner to the mean people. And bring notes so I could tell them apart.