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The past isn't just a memory... It's a trap. When Carter sets out to reconnect with his dying mother, he never expects to arrive at her house years before he was born. Stuck in the past with nothing but his car, a bag of clothes, and a barely working iPhone, Carter faces an impossible question: how did he get here-and how can he get back? Time is slipping through his fingers, and every moment spent in the past pulls him further from the future he's desperate to return to. Caught between what was and what could be, Carter begins to question if time is something you can outrun... or if it's already run out.

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I don't normally write reviews, but Lincoln James's other books and now All the Time have left such a profound impact on me that I felt compelled to share my thoughts. This is one of those rare books that lingers long after you turn the final page, a story that is as heartbreaking as it is breathtaking. At its core, this novel is about love, loss, and the fragile, fleeting nature of time itself. Carter is a protagonist you can't help but root for-his desperation to return to his mother, the way he wrestles with his emotions, his moments of quiet vulnerability. Every page aches with the weight of his journey, and yet, there is such beauty in the way it unfolds. The writing is exquisite-lyrical yet raw, effortlessly pulling you into each decade as Carter slips further and further from home. The 90s feel alive with nostalgia, the 80s hum with an undercurrent of danger and longing. And through it all, there's this aching sense of urgency, of time running out. But what struck me the most was the novel's emotional depth. As a mother, I felt every beat of Carter's longing for his own. The idea of a child trying to reach a parent before it's too late-it's a fear that lives deep in the bones. The way the novel explores memory, the way it plays with what we hold onto and what we inevitably lose, is nothing short of masterful. All the Time isn't just a time-travel story. It's a story about love-the kind that defies distance, the kind that lingers in the things we leave behind. I can't recommend it highly enough. Alright, I'll be real-I don't usually read books like this. But a buddy recommended All the Time, and man, I could not put it down. I went in expecting some trippy time-travel thing, but what I got was way deeper than that. This book hits. First off, the writing is sharp. The way it moves through different decades without feeling forced is impressive. The 90s and 80s settings? Spot-on. The nostalgia is insane but not overdone, just enough to make you feel like you're actually there. Carter, the main guy, feels real-he's sarcastic, frustrated, but also vulnerable in a way that sneaks up on you. The emotional weight of his story creeps in slow and then boom, you're in your feelings before you even realize it. And let's talk about the pacing. As someone who needs something fast paced, I appreciate when a story moves. No dragging, no fluff-just solid storytelling that keeps you locked in. Every chapter builds on the last, and by the end, I was straight-up invested. But what really stuck with me? The way it explores time-not just the sci-fi mechanics, but what it actually means to miss someone, to hold onto a moment that's already gone. It's the kind of book that makes you want to call your mom, not gonna lie. Bottom line? If you're looking for something that's got depth but still moves fast, All the Time delivers. 10/10 would recommend.

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Lincoln James, your favorite author's favorite author, is known for his haunting love stories, vintage thrillers, and slow-burn suspense. His characters feel, ache, and bleed, often trapped between the past and the people who won't let them forget it. When he's not writing, James is a Communication professor in New York City and cherishes moments with friends and family, proving that the most thrilling tales lie in the love and laughter shared with those closest to us.

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