Em and Michael, Lily and Kaleb were fixed points amongst the chaos. McEntire really builds her relationships and characters in a realistic and organic way which is impressive given the landscape being warped from rips and alternate versions of time and space which kept changing. It’s not oversaturated on the love and heavy petting either. She really stole my heart and I was cheering for her and Kaleb from early on. She was level headed and sarcastic in a dark way, not in the exaggerated obvious pun sort of way. She wasn’t the reactionary teen we see a lot of in YA.

Lily was a breath of fresh air as far as a love interest and heroines go. A tattooed and pierced bad boy with a marshmallow heart. I have grown to like Kaleb, and was rooting for him by the end of the novel. We still get the goodness of Em and Michael, but from a different perspective. I was able to fly through this, and thank goodness, because it took the first half of the novel to get over my disappointment and get into Kaleb’s head. Instead what I got was the story being picked up right where the last book ended, but with Kaleb’s narrative. I’d fallen in love with her in ‘ Hourglass,’ and was really looking forward to more. But where do they even start? And when? And even if they succeed, it may not be enough…Īt first I felt duped – this wasn’t the continued story from Emmeron’s POV. Now Kaleb, Emerson, Michael, and the other Hourglass recruits have no choice but to use their unusual powers to find Landers. Either they find Jack and the research he’s stolen on the people who might carry the time gene, or time will be altered – with devastating results for the people Kaleb loves most. In the wake of Landers’ return, the Hourglass organization is given an ultimatum. Why is he back, and what, or whom, does he want? Are his powers expanding, or is something very wrong? Before he can find out, Jonathan landers, the man who tried to murder is father, reappears. Kaleb Ballard was never supposed to be able to see ripples – cracks in time. A threat from the past could destroy the future.

Timepiece by Myra McEntire