Pick Your Time Period….
The Ashford Affair boomerangs around over a rather large stretch of time on three different continents. Over on the Contest page, there’s a contest running, asking which time period you’d rather live in: 1999 New York, Edwardian England, Jazz Age London, or 1920s Kenya.
The drawback to this is that I can’t see any of the responses until the contest closes on November 1. And let’s face it, I’m curious.
Which of those places and time periods appeals to you most? Any why?
(Note: posting here doesn’t count for contest entry. For a chance to win an advance copy of Ashford, head over to the Contest page.)
Tough choice but I think Jazz Age London…it would be interesting to live after the first world war,with the mix of grief and rebuilding, and as a woman experience more freedom than before(not to mention the fabulous fashions!)
Edwardian hands down, I love the fashions, the houses, the art and it was at the height of the Industrial Age.
Ya know that I really adore modern plumbing, so I guess it is 1999 New York for me. As I remember, it was a pretty good year !
I’m with Sheila on that one! Although I’m influenced even more by modern medicine, as it has played an important role in my life.
Edwardian England!
I fancy Kenya in the 1920s, as long as I’m one of the rich ones. (This has to be the qualification for any time travel, since life was definitely not fun for the poor in every period.)
I’ve loved it since I first read about it, and I’ve read everything I can find so am looking forward to your book! Africa casts a spell on you once you’ve been there (nothing compares to an African moon in the bush), and it must have been wonderful to go on (photo) safari then. I’d like to fly the spotter plane, too!
Millennial New York. As interesting as the others might be to drop by for a visit, I wouldn’t want to try to make my home any time before second wave feminism and the invention of modern birth control, not to mention the rest of modern medicine. Plus that was a really nice few years for Broadway musicals. I’d just have to try to be really careful not to run into my teenage self at any stage doors for fear of causing some world-altering paradox.