Eli’s willing to admit it: he’s a little obsessed with the mysterious woman he met years ago. Okay, maybe a lot obsessed. But come on, how often do you meet someone who’s driving a hundred-year-old car, clad in Revolutionary-War era clothes, wielding an oddly modified flintlock rifle—someone who pauses just long enough to reveal strange things about you and your world before disappearing in a cloud of gunfire and a squeal of tires?
So when the traveler finally reappears in his life, Eli is determined that this time he’s not going to let her go without getting some answers. But his determination soon leads him into a strange, dangerous world and a chase not just across the country but through a hundred years of history—with nothing less than America’s past, present, and future at stake.
Tyyyyyyyyyyypically I’m not much for time travel plots. I know they are a fave in science fiction, but for me, they have always seemed like an easy way to break the rules. Something not going the way you want it to happen? Whoops, slip right across time and there you go–Hakuna Matata.
However, Peter Clines hooked me with his dimension folding in The Fold, and he’s done it again in Paradox Bound with “history traveling.” Not quite time traveling–his searchers are on a quest to find the American Dream, skimming over slick spots in all the biggest points in this nation’s history.
This book begs the question: What if the American Dream were a tangible object? Imagine Nicholas Cage finding THAT out. National Treasure: American Dream. Ben Gates on the run from Faceless Men?
Sorry, the thought got away from me a bit. This book really is nothing like National Treasure, not even a little bit. It’s more sci-fi western, if I had to pick a genre. There’s a whole cast of vaguely familiar characters–or at least people we SHOULD know. You’ll at least recognize two. Imagine a Ready Player One for history buffs, and you’ll have this book–only without the overwhelming reference diarrhea.
Can I say diarrhea in a book review? That’s probably frowned upon. I bet Amazon doesn’t accept it. Crap.
I seem to remember my review of The Fold having a lot of snarky humor in it too. I wonder if it is the effect of Peter Clines’ writing. His characters do not lack snarky wit, and I tend to get wrapped up in his stories. For a girl who used to not like sci-fi…well, I think I was just reading the wrong writers of sci-fi.
This isn’t the wrong writer of sci-fi. Go read Peter Clines.
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