A HUNDRED SUMMERSBeatriz WilliamsA HUNDRED SUMMERS is a wonderful beach read that will capture you with the fantastic descriptions of the ocean and the beach, and with the well written characters.A HUNDRED SUMMERS features a scandalous love triangle, a betrayal between friends, a marriage for mon...
Wow. I gobbled down this book in no time. It has so much that I love in a novel. It takes place in 1914 and 1964, in New York, Oxford, and Berlin and switches back and forth between times and places. It has a couple of love stories, a lot of interesting (if not very complex) characters. There's w...
I really enjoyed this book. This would be a perfect beach read! It's juicy, romantic, and slightly scandalous. The story flips back and forth between 1931 (the past) and 1938 (the present). I have never read a book that transitioned so perfectly between the past and the present. Each new chap...
Well, I'm very confused. I thought finishing the book would clear things up. Obviously the time travel is not possible, at least not right now, as far as we know (after all, I work with physicists), but even taking that into account, I didn't think Williams's logic worked. I've read the Time T...
I love time travel. However, this is definitely in the realm of chick lit. Trite and overwrought. 3.5. liked the premise... but the story was a little drawn out at times while still lacking in plot.
I loved this book... The time travel was more believable than the romantic dialog. Yeesh.
—HELEN ROWLAND THERESA About the same time BILLY’S WAITING for me at the apartment. My youngest. I’m afraid I spoiled him, once upon a time, but then you’re apt to do that with your baby. You want to hold onto his precious youth with both hands, because it’s your youth too, isn’t it? If he’s stil...
“I won’t be able to eat it. I’m too nervous,” she said. He lifted the edges of the egg with a spatula. “You have to eat, Tiny. Look at you.” “What’s wrong with me?” “Nothing’s wrong with you. But you’re not carrying an extra ...
It was three days before Christmas, and the girls and I had motored into Berlin to shop, leaving Florian at home with his father and brothers. We traveled not in Johann’s black Mercedes, which we left in Paris, but in the massive Daimler Johann kept here in Germany, driven...