5 Reasons I Don't Want to Travel Back in Time
Pretty much every nerd and misfit, sometime during adolescence, wishes he could travel to a time and place where he'd fit in. Maybe it was an entirely separate fantasy world, like Narnia; maybe it was a secret world-within-our-world, like Hogwarts; or maybe it was a fantastic, steampunk version of the past.
I lived in those fantasies as a teen so much so that I remember stretches of my high school years more for the stories my friends and I concocted than for anything else that happened in the real world. That yearning came to life in Bulfinch, my second novel (due to be released this summer), in which a medieval knight and his monk chronicler travel through time into the attic study of a modern-day scholar.
But as my roommate and I spent this week's snow day watching Pride and Prejudice (1995), I realized I might finally have grown out of my wish to live in the past -- at least, the realistic past. All I seemed to notice were the things I wouldn't have been able to stand about Lizzie's world. Here are the top five reasons I'm thoroughly, solidly glad to be living right now: