"My name is Jules Hooker. I have lived through a few crappy moments in my life-and with a name like Hooker, you can just imagine-but nothing, nothing, compares to the two intensely and world-shatteringly crappy things that happened to me this last June. Three, I guess, if you count Gilbert. After my ex-boyfriend dumped me on the day I thought he was going to propose, I'd have to say the other two really bad things that happened last June would have to be the dead body I discovered in the rental house in France where I went to get over being dumped, and lastly-and very possibly I should have led with this-the dirty bomb that exploded over the Mediterranean throwing me and everyone else in France back to the 1950s. Oh. And did I mention I'm more or less stuck here now?"