Are you ready to dive into a different kind of domestic thriller? One with a time-travel twist and a splash of romance?
TimeBlink follows Syd Brixton, a woman with a comfortable, happy life yet who still blames herself for the disappearance of her 11-year-old twin in 1999. The story picks up in present day when Morley, a cherished customer from Syd's pub falls victim to a horrific accident. Moments before he dies, he gives Syd an extraordinary gift: the power to go back to the day her sister disappeared. But what if Syd's not ready to face that painful truth? What if she wants to focus on saving Morley's life instead, even against his wishes?
Morley must convince Syd to seek the truth about her past in order to avoid the dangerous and possibly deadly consequences of her present. It all happens in the blink of an eye.
Are you ready to dive into a different kind of domestic thriller? One with a time-travel twist and a splash of romance?
TimeBlink follows Syd Brixton, a woman with a comfortable, happy life yet who still blames herself for the disappearance of her 11-year-old twin in 1999. The story picks up in present day when Morley, a cherished customer from Syd's pub falls victim to a horrific accident. Moments before he dies, he gives Syd an extraordinary gift: the power to go back to the day her sister disappeared. But what if Syd's not ready to face that painful truth? What if she wants to focus on saving Morley's life instead, even against his wishes?
Morley must convince Syd to seek the truth about her past in order to avoid the dangerous and possibly deadly consequences of her present. It all happens in the blink of an eye.
September 27, 1999
A dozen brittle oak leaves tumbled across the field like a pack of angry goblins, scattering in all directions when they reached my feet. I swung one leg over my red Schwinn cruiser and let it clatter to the ground.
âIsla!â I shouted a third time. Only the howling wind answered back. It whistled past my ears, icy, accusatory. You screwed up, kid, it said.
My sisterâs matching blue Schwinn lay in the grass next to mine, the front wheel rotating languidly as if sheâd just walked away. I stuck my foot out to stop the motion and glanced over the fence at Janelleâs house in the waning afternoon light. Had Isla gone there? Then I remembered it was Monday and Janelle would be at her dadâs while her mom worked the night shift at the hospital.
Janelleâs wasnât the only darkened house on the block. The whole neighborhood had transformed into a bleak and blustery ghost town in the few minutes Iâd been gone. Beyond the chain-link fence bordering the park, there was none of the usual after-work traffic; no cyclists or gangs of yelling kids. No barking dogs. No mothers calling their children home for dinner. At the park, even the graffitied Green Hut behind the ball diamond gave off a deserted air, having been boarded up for the season a month ago. Long chains holding toddler swings clinked in the wind. The only sign of life when I arrived, in fact, had been the blue Volkswagen Beetle disappearing around the corner at the end of Birch Street, which would later become a pivotal detail of the day. One I shouldâve paid more attention to at the time. Instead, I stood, zombielike, next to our bikes, gawking at the empty park, willing Isla to materialize in front of me. When she didnât, I pined for my mom. Or my dad. Anyone. Someone to rub my shoulder and reassure me that the dread building in my gut was unfounded, silly even. That there was a reasonable explanation for Islaâs absence. My heart told me otherwise.
When my gaze came around to the rickety fence at the back of the park, I shuddered. Behind the fence was the reason Isla and I had come to Pembina Park in the first place: the Maroon Mansion, looming large in a grove of scraggly oak trees like a cloaked stranger whose face you could not see but whose menace hung heavy in the air. A scruffy crow sitting on the fence squawked twice before twirling off into the wind. I cupped one hand around my mouth calling Isla a final time, shocked by the shrill, panicked noise leaving my mouth.
Again, nothing.
Donât freak out. Youâve only been gone fifteen minutes.
Or a little longer. Eighteen, tops.
My attention turned to where Iâd last seen my sister. Isla would never have abandoned our video cameraâor her bikeâwithout good reason. There they were, though, both of them; the camera still attached to the tripod, its lens wedged impossibly in the Schwinnâs rear spokes. Islaâs backpack sat upright and open on the other side of the park near a break in the fence. I imagined her crouching over it in her neon pink hoodie rummaging for notes from class with her long blond ponytail lashing about in the wind. I chuckled despite myself. We may have been identical on the outside, but even in my imagination, Isla was the neurotic one, making sure our video project followed the outline precisely. In my mindâs eye she suddenly turned to me and frowned. Asked me why Iâd taken so long at home. I looked down at my twisted, aching, bulging wrist curled into my chest and cursed for the first time in my life.
When I looked up, she was gone.
And in the months and years that followed, Iâd never stopped wondering if my decision to leave her that day had been the entire reason sheâd disappeared.
Not at all, my family had said.
Perhaps, alleged the newspapers.
Probably, whispered the cruel girls at school.
Definitely, said my heart.
Definitely.
I think that sometimes it is harder to write a review for a book that is good than it is for one that you didnât like because if all of the elements are well-written for the most part, thereâs not a lot to say. And Timeblink falls into this category: it was a really enjoyable read, tense and suspenseful with a plot that kept you guessing and a story that absorbed your attention.
I liked the characters and the premise of time travel and the way that MJ Mumford intertwined narratives so that different perspectives and different voices were presented to the reader rather than just Syd, the main narrator. This was used as a device throughout to develop the plot but was timely and controlled in the book, not a clunky narrative tool to further the action and suspense.
From the opening where Sydâs twin sister Isla goes missing to the discovery that Syd is able to time travel and how having this skill could benefit her, Mumford writes with conviction so that Sydâs narration is sound and, as a result, what could have become a contrived and odd idea on which to base a book is, in fact, very well executed.
The events of the book unfolded at just the right pace for me so that I was keen to find out where the story was headed and rattled through it at a fair old rate. There are twists and nice touches all the way through including incidents that this jaded and cynical reader hadnât seen coming which only added to my enjoyment of the book. In my experience, If you can see whatâs coming in a book, it might make you as a reader feel a bit clever at the time but it takes something away from the pleasure of reading that book â there were no instances of that here.
So, all thatâs left to say is that if you had told me that I would really enjoy a time travelling, romantic, missing personâs mystery, I would probably have knitted my brows and looked sceptically at you, thinking that you obviously know nothing about the kind of fiction I like but itâs true â MJ Mumford has made it a surprisingly good mix.