Hmm, okay, so let’s see… seeing this is blurbed as a YA novel about a Black teenager discovering he has the ability to time travel after a live saving liver transplant and described as a novel about letting go of the past, staying in the future and figuring out who you want to be in the future, this was boring as fuck. Expletives are necessary because there is no other way to describe what it felt like reading a novel so utterly bland, I FORGOT I was reading it, like I genuinely forgot to log it as “currently reading”.
I vaguely remember buying this for a bargain second hand, very likely because I was looking for books penned by Black men other than James Baldwin. YA isn’t my usual genre but the premise of time travel got me. No matter how old I am, novels about characters with the ability to time travel will, unfortunately, always lure me in like a worm does a fish. Blubb, blubb. 🐠🐠
Now for a book that combines time travel with a romantic subplot – or two, as I should say, since its primary plot point revolves around Andre not knowing whether to choose the hot white guy from 1970s Boston or the hot white guy from current day 2020s Boston – the novel is so uninterested in half of its own setup, it literally couldn’t care less whether Andre actually time travelled or not.
Does he visit the Pyramids of Gizeh? No. Does he go to 1985’s Live Aid? No. Does he travel to see the Aztecs? The Vikings? The assassination of JFK? No, no, and no. All the cool shit you expect a novel that introduces time travel to its readers to do is void and missing from this. The Magic Treehouse series would never let me down like this.
You know what Andre does with his time travel abilities? Continuously visit the hot white guy (let’s call him Michael) from 1970s Boston who he’s mysteriously tethered to. Michael wears leather jackets (~oooooooooooh~), smokes (~ooooooooooooh~), has shaggy dark hair (~ooooooooooh~), doesn’t get along with his parents (aww, sad) and wants to be a journalist (~oooooooooooh~). Michael is your prototypical teenage love interest of any 2010 rom-com ever. That’s it. That’s all Andre does with his ability. Visit Michael, drink alcohol with him, listen to music, and make out. BOOOOORRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG. Why the fuck introduce time travel in the first place if all you’re gonna do is abuse the trope to introduce a love interest? Why bother?
Alas, the impossible choice Andre is faced with comes about not only through falling in love with a guy from the 70s, who, in the present, is not only old as shit but may not even be alive, who knows, but through simultaneously falling for the brother of the guy whose liver he’s now living with! I know! We’re talking full on telenovela! This guy (let’s call him Blake) – also hot and white (but ginger and rich) – is tasked by his mother to teach Andre the ways of time traveling because hold up, they’re a family of time travellers! 😳 Naturally, this doesn’t come about easy to Blake since he now has to spend time with a random dude who is alive while his brother is not!! 😩 This makes him sad and angry! 😡Causing him to lash out! 🫨
But even the premise of one-on-one time travel lessons the novel manages to turn into mindless pap because, as it turns out, Blake is the only one in his family who can’t time travel, so the lessons turn into nothing but Blake stating some rules, Andre travelling to see Michael, travelling back, and unwillingly falling in love with Blake. Talk about mind-numbing.
There are some things here and there, like the novel being set after the BLM movement, with explicit mentions of the protests, Andre’s parents’ dynamic and their worry for their son, Andre having trouble with his grades and graduating because he missed so much school because of his cancer treatments, that feel real and are well-communicated. Teenagers and kids of Andre’s age will have no trouble seeing parts of themselves in him.
As much as the novel doesn’t concern itself with time travel beyond using it as a plot device to introduce a love triangle* situation, it isn’t concerned with coming-out angst, either. Andre is fully out to his social environment, which frees up space used for, well, nothing particularly interesting or worthwhile, but at least we weren’t saddled with a coming-out plot on top of all that.
Lastly, I get that introducing two love interests from vastly different social and economic backgrounds, both laden with personal trauma, makes for character dynamics that, in theory, should be interesting to read about, but I thought they were barely explored. The author does a good job highlighting the tension and awkwardness that comes with two white boys having to be reminded constantly of their privileges afforded to them because of their skin colour and how their (non-)awareness influences their relationship with Andre, but Blake’s economic background as the child of one of the city’s richest families is left largely unexplored.
Wish I could have enjoyed this more, wish I could have rated this higher, wish the novel was better. If anyone out there has any recommendations regarding novels featuring Black characters who can time travel, hit me up.
*I know it's not a proper love triangle since for a triangle all three sides have to... blah blah, I know, but as false as the term is, it has stuck.
🎬 Instead of reading this, watch that: See You Yesterday (2019)