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>> The Beginning Julie Robitaille Summary from Backcover: In the mid-1990s. Sam Beckett, a brilliant scientist, is the creator of the Quantum Leap project - the posibility of moving back and forth through the years of your own lifetime. But one night his project goes terribly wrong, and Sam is transported back to 1956 by mistake. When he wakes up, he is suffering from amnesia, in the body of test pilot Captain Tom Stratton - which is a problem, as he doesn't know how to fly! When the project's computer hits on the theory that God, Time, or Something, was waiting for Sam's Quantum Leap to correct a mistake in Stratton's life. Sam must find out what the mistake was, and put things right. Only then will he be able to return to the future. ISBN: #1-85283-392-0 (UK) Copyright: 1990 by MCA Publishing Rights Printing History: First published in Great Britain in 1990 by Gorgi Books. Published in 1994 by Boxtree Limited Pages: 191 Cover Art: Keith Fowles Excerpt:  Here goes, I thought, and took a deep breath. "Am I dead?""What?" He looked more than a little taken aback; that obviously wasn't the question he had been expecting to hear from me. But there was no retreating now. "Dead," I repeated tenaciously. "Am I dead?" "Dead?" he repeated uncertainly. I barreled on, feeling increasingly like an ass, but determined to make my point. "It would explain a lot of things if I were dead," I said firmly. "I mean, I could be in a reverse kind of reincarnation that's entered in mid-life." "Ah ..." He actually seemed to be at a loss for words, and I had the feeling that speechlessness was a condition in which he didn't often find himself. "Well, I could be, couldn't I?" I persisted. Might as well be hanged - or locked away in the looney bin - for a sheep as for a lamb. Or for a psychotic as for a garden variety neurotic. Whatever. I was in too deep to extricate myself now. But the technician didn't really look shocked by my question, at least, not shocked in the way a normal person would be shocked. He just seemed sort of ... bemused. "That's not bad, Sam, that's actually pretty good," he said finally, giving me a tentative smile. The use of the name startled me. "What did you say?" I demanded sharply. "Huh ... what?" He just looked confused. "Sam!" I repeated. I stared intently at him. "You called me Sam! You know my name!" The technician picked a piece of lint off his tux and studied it. He looked up, his expression a little affronted. "Well, of course I do - I'm not that wasted," he said. Detected Errors: They wrote Hank Stratton instead of Tom Stratton on the back cover. |