Sigh. I wanted to love this so much, and I think my expectations were just sky high. The story leaned more political thriller (of which I am NOT a fan) than any of the other genres it was trying to fall into that made me want to read it in the first place - mainly sci-fi and romance.
The premise started out pretty wild and compelling, kind of like a highbrow Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. The ending had an interesting twist, but one I had JUST encountered in a sci-fi novel a few weeks ago. And the middle just sagged with clunky bureaucratic details that I believe the author was confusing for character building. Also, constantly naming characters by the year of their origin kept me confused and never really connecting with them. There were definitely some laugh out loud, dry British humor moments. But they were negated by overwrought passages that utterly exhausted me: 

“In their much edited correctness, their placid-voiced hectoring, they bankrupted the energy in the room. Ideas are fictional, fractional entities which wilt when pinned to flow charts. Ideas have to cause problems before they cause solutions.”

I think I’d rather spend my time (and date myself 👵🏻) by enjoying some old lowbrow Keanu Reeves teen flicks on the topic of time travel…