It’s New Year’s Eve 1982, and Oona Lockhart has her whole life before her. At the stroke of midnight she will turn nineteen, and the year ahead promises to be one of consequence. Should she go to London to study economics, or remain at home in Brooklyn to pursue her passion for music and be with her boyfriend? As the countdown to the New Year begins, Oona faints and awakens thirty-two years in the future in her fifty-one-year-old body. Greeted by a friendly stranger in a beautiful house she’s told is her own, Oona learns that with each passing year she will leap to another age at random. And so begins Oona Out of Order…

Hopping through decades, pop culture fads, and much-needed stock tips, Oona is still a young woman on the inside but ever changing on the outside. Who will she be next year? Philanthropist? Club Kid? World traveler? Wife to a man she’s never met? Surprising, magical, and heart-wrenching, Margarita Montimore has crafted an unforgettable story about the burdens of time, the endurance of love, and the power of family.

This concept was awesome and I really wanted to like this book, but I couldn’t get into. I got busy a couple of times and had to remind myself to pick the book back up — I just didn’t connect with Oona and really didn’t care what happened to her.

I realize her character was only 19/20/21 years old in her first three jumps (so she was rather immature), but I just couldn’t relate to her — she leaves notes for herself with the barest information, but doesn’t give any relevant info to help her navigate massive life changes and yet expects her next self to carry on with basically no help.

By the time I reached the halfway point, I didn’t want to spend any more time on the book. I skipped to the end to see what happened, then put it down.

Great potential, but it just didn’t work for me.

R-rated for language and adult content (drugs, alcohol, sex). Get your copy here.

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