I needed a break from my freebie werewolf romances, so I decided to browse through my Kindle to find something different to read. I needed something decently written, yet short - I had to squeeze in some reading time while the baby was taking her afternoon nap.
The Time Machine fit my needs perfectly.
The plot wasn't very complicated - a man travels through time to the year 802,701 AD, and gives an account of his time there to a variety of learned men. It was short, and more of a study of sociology and human nature than an actual story.
Credit must be given to the book for its contributions to the science fiction genre in general, though. I've also got to give the book props for setting the events in such a far off year - as opposed to something like, say, [b:1984|5470|1984|George Orwell|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1348990566s/5470.jpg|153313], we don't have a chance to sit and laugh about how people of the past expected we would turn out.
People of the year 802,701 - please feel free to laugh at our ridiculous notions of what your time is like. If the planet even makes it that long.
By far, the best part of reading this book for me was the fact that Ellie woke up before I could finish, and started fussing because I wasn't reading to her. So I started reading where I had left off, with the Morlocks and the forest fire, and the baby just started wailing. I'd stop reading about the Morlocks, and she quieted down. I'd start up again, and she'd start back up crying.
Finally, I told her that the Morlocks all quickly got sent to a farm in the country, and finished reading the book by myself.