A Train Through Time is an exceptional book. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed it. As you can read in the excerpt below, Bess truly has an engaging style of writing.
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About A Train Through Time...
College teacher Ellie Standish thinks she's on a sleek modern train heading to a conference on women's studies in Seattle, but she awakens from a night's doze to find herself on a bizarre historical train full of late Victorian era reenactors who refuse to come out of character. When the leader of the group—one handsome, green-eyed Robert Chamberlain—finally convinces her the date is indeed 1901, a skeptical Ellie decries any eccentric theories of time travel and presumes she is smack dab in the middle of a very interesting historical dream. She turns the directorial reins of her dream over to one smitten and willing Robert, only to realize that dreams cannot last forever. Someday, she must wake up to reality, though Ellie no longer has any idea what reality is. She only knows that Robert must play an important part in her future. But how can he...if he's only a figment of her imagination or worse yet...a man who belongs to an era long past?
“Are you kidding? This is huge.”
Though the rocking motion of the train car eased once they were out of the connector, Ellie leaned against the nearest wall for support. She turned to stare at Robert as he entered and quietly shut the door.
Robert cocked his head with a puzzled look. With a glance over her head, he surveyed the room and nodded.
“It is a rather large dining car, isn’t it? We usually take our meal in our carriage.”
Ellie shook her head. “No, I mean your group. This Victorian thing. The train. I assume you all hooked your cars up to the train at some point because I didn’t see them when we left. How do you all do this? It must cost quite a bit.”
With a slight shrug of his elegant shoulders, he searched her face with an expression not unlike a laboratory researcher studying his specimen. His lips twitched. “You say the strangest things, Miss Standish. I am not sure what you are asking.”
She shot him a dark look and stomped her foot...just a bit. “Oh, stop this silly act, Bobby. Y’all are driving me nuts. I feel like I’ve landed in a madhouse.” Apparently unimpressed by her righteous rage, he chuckled and murmured in a low voice. “I am beginning to feel the same way, Miss Standish.”
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