Hmmm… There is a chance now and again of this book offering great fun, but then it shoots itself in the foot, and uses the titular time machine, which sends whoever uses it – like its inventor's neighbour, young Sunil – back into the past. And even if he goes with the inventor and a kiwi bird (don't ask) they invariably get split up, allowing Sunil to meet famous people alone, and allowing us to have a history lesson. Here we jump most illogically from Rosa Parks to, well, someone in Mongolia, to Henry VIII's daughter Elizabeth. None got to foresee their destiny, is the link here, but who ever does? Sunil for one is reasonable in guiding us through the footnotes that deliver the education, but as I said the entertainment (even if very mundanely about a fluffed maths test) had more potential.