As I dunked the teabag into the teacup, I could feel the whole universe jiggling around me. Something was wrong.
With every dip, this feeling became more and more intense. I could hear a high-pitched humming in the air. Hesitantly, with a shaking hand, I added the second teaspoon of sugar, and my hair began to stand on end. The air in the kitchen crackled with a strange electricity as I stirred…
I thought I had this whole time travel business pretty much under control. I really did. But it turns out my tea-powered time machine has a mind of its own
Dear reader(s) of Book to the Future,
Usually, around this time on a Sunday, I post my weekly review. My reviews, in case you’ve noticed, always begin with a picture of the book I’m reviewing for the week.
That’s how Book to the Future normally works.
Except for this week…
Hey everyone. I’ve just returned from 1900!
The first thing I wanted to do when I got back was to check to see that my actions in the past hadn’t inadvertently caused something catastrophic to happen in the present. Like, for instance, what would I do if I’d caused sticky notes to have never been invented, or I’d caused apostrophes to be outlawed, or, you know, caused the end of the world as we know it.
Right. Enough messing around. It’s about time I actually told you what’s going on here, and what this blog is all about:
I, Michelle, have invented the world’s first time machine.
Dear readers – I have a secret to tell you. A confession of sorts.
There are SO many books I haven’t read. SO MANY. Books that are considered classics. Books that I’ve always intended to read. Books I actually lie about having read…
According to the movies, time travel is incredibly, unbelieeeevably dangerous.
The main risk when it comes to time travel is that somehow, you end up becoming your own parent. Or – even worse – your own grandparent. Ick.