Shot Through Time April 19, 1775, British regiments from the Boston area march to Concord and Lexington in search of weapons and ammunition hidden by Colonials. The regiments are ambushed on their return. Sergeant Noland Black is shot, falls unconscious, and awakes in the same place, but on April 19, 1975, exactly 200 years into the future and not far from an ongoing reenactment. .
I didn’t expect this book to feel so disorienting in the best possible way. One moment, Noland Black is a British sergeant bleeding out on a colonial road in 1775. The next, he opens his eyes two hundred years later - not in some futuristic fantasy, but in a place that still remembers him, even if no one knows his name.
What struck me wasn’t the time travel itself, but the quiet cruelty of it. The war he believed in is over. The ground he died on is now a performance. People dress like him for entertainment, while he stands there, very much alive, carrying the weight of a history no longer alive with him.
There’s something haunting about watching a man realize that everything he fought for has become a footnote, a reenactment, a tourist attraction. The author doesn’t rush this. The confusion lingers. The loneliness deepens. And that slow emotional unraveling is what makes the story linger long after the final page.
This isn’t a flashy time-travel story. It’s a meditation on displacement, memory, and the strange ache of surviving your own era. I closed the book feeling unsettled - and grateful that it took such a strange, thoughtful risk.
I really enjoyed this story! Such a realistic look at how a time traveler would experience modern time and how hard it would be to go back! Would love to see a sequel from Nolands journey home!