A spine-tingling tale of romance and reincarnation -- but what makes this book really remarkable is that it's a true story. Jewelle St. James was an ordinary housewife living in a small town in south-eastern BC, when she heard the shocking news that John Lennon was dead. Although she had never paid much attention to Lennon, and was not a Beatles fan, she found herself suddenly plunged into a clinical depression that lingered for months, eroded her marriage, and sent her on a quest to find answers to her recurring intuitive feelings that she had known Lennon in a past life. Bit by bit, she pieced the clues and inner promptings into a coherent and compelling narrative, set mainly in the 16th century English village of Petworth. Jewelle St. James is a gifted storyteller not to mention a relentless investigator. It's an honest, sometimes brilliant account of the dissolution of her familiar, ordinary world as she searches for records and proof for her obsessive belief that she and Lennon had been engaged to marry in another lifetime.
I read this book in a single day, then lent it to a friend who also found it riveting and passed it on. Whether or not you believe in reincarnation, it's hard to stop reading this autobiographical account of a woman who puts her life and marriage on the line to follow a trail of signs and messages leading back to a past life in England four centuries earlier. It's also, in its peculiar way, a statement on the collective trauma that was unleashed on a generation that grew up with Lennon and the Beatles, and witnessed his shocking assassination.