FAYE, FARAWAY

A time-traveling wife and mother who lives in London becomes obsessed with spending time with her own long-lost mother.

Thirty-six-year-old Faye was adopted by kindly neighbors as a child. She and her mother lived down the road from Em and Henry, and when Faye was 8, her mother came down with a bad cough and then was just gone. The decades passed, but as an adult—despite a happy childhood, a loving marriage, and two beloved young daughters of her own—Faye continued to have an aching hole in her heart where her mother should have been. A string of events leads her to step into an empty box that a Space Hopper toy had arrived in one Christmas when she was a child. She ends up spinning through time, landing in her mother’s house. The box is a portal between her past and present. That present includes Faye’s husband, Eddie, long in finance, who is training to be a vicar. Much of this volume is spent contemplating the meaning of faith, trust, belief in things you cannot see, and whether it takes more to believe in the concept of God or in time travel. The premise of the book is, of course, fantastical, but Fisher deals well with the emotional and physical implications such a situation would have on a woman and a marriage. No time is spent dwelling on how or why things happen—this book is much more interested in relying on blind trust. The same trust that Faye must have in her husband’s belief that God called him to be a vicar, he must have in her time traveling, and the reader must have in the story.

Readers interested in pondering the basis of faith and how far it can stretch will find much to contemplate in this story.