The premise of this novel is amazing: a guy finds a portal back to 1941 London from 2016 London, goes through it, and keeps coming back because he’s attracted to the RAF pilot he meets his first night. That’s it-- no larger ulterior motive, no altruistic intentions to right history, no diabolical plan to profit-- just lust and a kind of historical tourism. Which is perfectly in keeping for Bradley, tbh. Because here’s the sort of awesome, sort of infuriating thing Bradley: on his best days, he’s kind of a tool. On his worst, he’s a promiscuous, self-centered, misogynistic jerk. He can be generous, funny, and he’s definitely hot (just ask him) but he’s steeped in the kind of toxic masculinity that has him dismissing emotions as ‘lesbianic’ and he refers-- gleefully-- to the twenty-year old he’s sleeping with as ‘the kid’ and ‘the boy,’ which is a bit...ick But even spoiled, egotistical Bradley can’t help but be changed by his forays into history, and as he spends more time with pilot James, he starts to reconsider relationships, love, and what it means to be gay-- in both the mid-twentieth and twenty-first centuries. He sees the obstacles Londoners faced during the war-- and that men like him faced, period, through James’ eyes. James, also, is an amazing character. Does he deserve better than Bradley? Absolutely. No question. But he’s strong, determined, and capable of making up his own mind, so the fact that he chooses to love Bradley, but not to put up with his b.s., is pretty much perfect. I loved this story: it’s epic, truly, in length, scope, and sheer evolution of the characters. It’s unlike anything I’ve read before, and well worth checking out.