Mini Review: Wildwing by Emily Whitman
When Addy is swept back in time, she couldn't be happier to leave her miserable life behind. Now she's mistaken for Lady Matilda, the pampered ward of the king. If Addy can play her part, she'll have glorious gowns, jewels, and something she's always longed for the respect and admiration of others. But then she meets Will, the falconer's son with sky blue eyes, who unsettles all her plans.From shipwrecks to castle dungeons, from betrothals to hidden conspiracies, Addy finds herself in a world where she's not the only one with a dangerous secret. When she discovers the truth, Addy must take matters into her own hands. The stakes? Her chance at true love . . . and the life she's meant to live.
I love time travel stories particularly the ones that displace a modern, 21st-century girl to a time when they used twigs, chalk and salt to clean their teeth. What a comedic situation that would be: trying to fit in, trying not to be burned at the stake for being different, trying to find a toilet that flushes (or inventing it out of sheer frustration), trying not to fall in love with the chivalrous boy, and trying to get back home in time.
While Wildwing's Addy is not from modern times, I still like the story of her trying to not be bound to her station as a maid and status as a bastard and her wanting not to be ashamed of her forward-thinking. I like the part of her struggle (albeit quite short and not really developed well) to choose between the life she always wanted (riches and a high position) and a life with the one she loves (even if the boy was just a peasant).
I also like the part when she went back to her own time without the boy and went to her mother and told her that "No, I don't want to be a maid for the rest of my life. I want to go back to school, finish and lead the life I want." or something along those lines.
What I don't get is how Will managed to go to Addy's time. Mr Greenwood would have been the one likely to have built the "time machine" that Will traveled in but echoing Abby's question: "How could Mr. Greenwood make another loft from twigs and bits of hand-pounded metal..." during medieval times?