“I finally had a chance to read your book! Congratulations. I know how much work these books are and you did a great job. It was a good read for a long flight I had to take this month.” —Mary Carroll Moore, Quality of Light
"OMG, I can’t wait to read the sequel! Space’s teen years remind me sooooo much of mine and I just loved reading your book so much." —Lux Kronos, The Magic Necklace
"I read the first paragraph and I was hooked. If a book does not hit me quick I am gone. By The Time I Got To Woodstock was a rare perspective of the Festival by Space Larrabee. The intrigue created by Space, Thyme, and Atlantis was excellent. It had just the right mix of uniqueness, storytelling, and Space’s antics to keep me laughing and excited. This is the first book I’ve read in a year. It was a spiritual retreat back to my days at Kent State University, reading under my favorite tree. It was a refreshing visit back to a time when you could hear yourself think. It’s a supersonic pace we live in today. I got to go back to a slower world and reflect on my own life during that time. This is a great story told just like it was lived. Drama, intrigue, tears, and more. I loved it and you will too. Thanks for the ride, Space. Thank you D.E. Munson for a great read." —John Kulick
"This book was a trip. Literally and figuratively—a trip from an era which is gone but not forgotten, especially for us who were there. Music, psychedelics, changing your direction or job at the drop of a hat—the journey was everything. I love the names Munson gave his friends and characters—truly inspired. I still think of them now and then. It was a really good read, and I found myself laughing out loud. It’s actually like reading a graphic novel—it was very cinematic and colorful. You can almost see the movie being made. Looking forward to the sequel." —Barbara Buckner
"Space (his nickname) is a fairly normal, decent guy making his way into manhood during the late 60s–early 70s. He bobs along, rooming with buddies, taking college classes, pursuing jobs, attending concerts by big-name music groups, playing guitar, dating a little, trying psychedelia, and later meeting the girl of his dreams—Thyme (her nickname). With Thyme, Space steps up his search for artistic outlets and a spiritual home group. This is the era of Peaceniks, Hippies, Flower Children, Free Love, communes, meditation, yoga, and gurus—those looking for something more than mainstream American consumerism, war mongering, and material images of success. This scenes-in-the-life-of account is a medley of biography, history, allegory, romance, philosophy and spiritual seeking. The story contrasts a matched-hearts relationship with an ominous character (Atlantis), who drastically changes the life of Space and Thyme and leads them to new inner and outer vistas. By the Time I Got to Woodstock is an upbeat read. It brought back many memories of the 60s and 70s music, jargon, political and economic climate, slower pace of life, and search for higher values." —Mary R. Meyers
