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Product Description Annie Lockwood is testing Time. She’s traveled through it before, but always at Time’s bidding. Now she is asking Time to take her to the year 1899, when Strat is in Cairo. But Time doesn’t like to be tested. In what feels like a cruel joke, Annie is transported to ancient Egypt, thousands of years before Strat was born — to a world far removed from the one she knows. Meanwhile, in 1899, Strat is photographing the same pyramids that Annie walks among. But while Strat eagerly awaits Annie’s arrival, another visitor arrives: his father, Hiram Stratton, Sr., has come to Egypt to collect his son. Powerless, Annie and Strat both look to Time. Can its force, which brought them together once, help them find each other again? From the Hardcover edition. Review “Ancient Egypt comes to life in Cooney’s skillful hands, as she seamlessly spins her tale of love and betrayal.” – School Library Journal From the Back Cover “Ancient Egypt comes to life in Cooney’s skillful hands, as she seamlessly spins her tale of love and betrayal.” – School Library Journal About the Author Caroline B. Cooney is the author of The Face on the Milk Carton (an IRA—CBC Children’s Choice) and its companions Whatever Happened to Janie? (an ALA Best Book for Young Adults) and T he Voice on the Radio (an American Bookseller Pick of the Lists), as well as What Child Is This? and Burning Up. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Annie: 1999 When her parents finally got married again and left for their honeymoon, nobody was happier than Annie Lockwood. She now had four days--precisely ninety-six hours--in which she would be unsupervised. Annie had convinced her parents that while they were gone, she would be responsible, trustworthy and dependable. None of this was true. Every single promise to her mother and father she had no intention of keeping. She was alone at last. The wedding guests were gone and her parents en route to Florida. Her brother was on a bus with his team, headed to basketball camp. The house was utterly quiet. Annie stood in the center of her bedroom, unaware of the clutter around her, and gathered her courage. Opening her top desk drawer, Annie removed a small envelope and shook it until a scrap of newspaper fell out. It landed between a mug of pencils and a stack of CDs. Egyptian Art in the Age of the Pyramids September 16, 1999--January 9, 2000 Metropolitan Museum of Art New York, New York Annie despised museums. Whenever there was a class trip to a museum, she tried to be sick and stay home for the day. If this failed, she slouched in the teacher's wake, wishing she could get pushed around in a wheelchair, because nothing was more tiring than standing in front of a painting. But today was different. In a few hours, Annie would be standing in front of a photograph which had merited one brief mention in the newspaper article about the special exhibition. Taken one hundred years ago, this portrait showed every member of the original archaeology expedition. And would the person she cared about most, the person she had known one hundred years ago, be in that photograph? How vividly Annie remembered Strat's moppy hair and broad shoulders, his casual grin and easy slouch. Every time she touched the newsprint, she felt Strat through the ink. Strat was in Egypt, waiting for her. She could feel him. She would cross Time and be with him again. Four days lay ahead of her. Surely Time understood the urgency and would bring her to Strat. Annie unzipped her bridesmaid dress. It was a fashion disaster in emergency room green, which indeed made Annie look as if she needed to be hospitalized. Why had Mom's college roommate agreed to put this dress on her body twenty years ago, when she was maid of honor? Why had this roommate saved the dress, so that Annie would have to wear it in public? But in the end, wearing such a dress was a small sacrifice to celebrate that her mother and father wer
