When did YOU peak?
By Carla Caruso
You can sometimes tell what era a person “peaked” in by their state of dress. The guy still donning a safari suit and full, lustrous moustache, looking like an extra from TV miniseries Howzat!
Kerry Packer’s War, is undeniably nostalgic for the seventies.
The woman with the permed frizz and smears of blue eye-shadow on her lids is living in the eighties – only in the present day. These people are clinging onto a particular era like molluscs to a rock.
Until a short time ago, I didn’t want to admit I was also hanging onto a past era, like my father-in-law who still rocks Elvis Presley-style sideburns and Brylcreem-ed hair.
For me, the era that gripped me had cringe factor. But I couldn’t deny which decade’s songs had me turning up the radio or which fashion fads I delighted over, having seen them return a second
time. But here it is… my confession (wince)… My “golden years” were the oh-so-daggy nineties. Or more specifically, the late nineties to early noughties. When I went from seventeen to a twenty-something.
This era is rose-tinted for me because it’s when I lived for the weekend, my friends and my "crushes”, when I partied every Saturday night, and when I was just starting out in my career. Everything was new, fresh and exciting. I was a “new adult”. Perhaps that’s why I decided to situate my latest novel, Second Chance (Destiny Romance, out February 10), in the nineties – so I could dwell in that era a little bit longer. The premise?
On the night of her 36th birthday, Flora Brunelli is full of regrets. The celebrations have turned sour and life hasn’t gone according to plan. She wishes she could be 20 again. Then she finds herself zapped back in time, landing in the summer of 1998 when she was, indeed, 20. The Spice Girls are at the top of the charts and The X-Files is the hit TV show. It’s also the week Flora’s life unravelled.
For Flora, this is a chance to change her future: win back the love of her life, stay friends with her former best mate and succeed in landing her dream job. It should be easy. But her ex’s best friend, Lance Devic, who she never really noticed before, keeps popping up and messing with her head. And after a while Flora begins to wonder if living in the past really will deliver her the happiness she
So have I been cured of my nineties hankering while penning this novel? Not entirely. But, hey, at least I can admit to my obsession now.