Because I’m a contrary so-and-so, it took me a couple of years after publication to finally read Kelley Armstrong’s A Rip Through Time. I tore through it two weeks ago, and when I saw that this one was on sale, I snapped it up.
I have heard other readers sing praises over Ms Armstrong’s writing for years; as I am not a fan of Young or New Adult, I gave her work a pass for years. Then, a few years ago, this cover caught my eye–just look at it! After reading the blurb, it was a given that I would request an ARC (time travel? sign me up!), which I was very happy to get.
Beware: first person, present tense narration; phonetic spelling for a Scots accent; racism; sexism: xenophobia
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Her Hands, My Hands 