Yes, that Chelsea Barraco. Whatever that means.
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I just finished 11/22/63- a time-travel novel in which the narrator, Jake Epping discovers a portal to the past. Typically this kind of bizarro sci-fi shit isn’t my cup of tea, but King’s extensive research of the Kennedy Assassination is impressive as is his attention to every detail of life in the late 1950’s-early 60’s. The nostalgia is at times overpowering-only briefly are we reminded of the horrific violence unfolding alongside the civil rights movement, but I enjoyed an escape to a more trusting time.