I’d love to say I hated it. So many people told me I would love it, and I usually rebel when that happens, and refuse to give it a chance. (ie Harry Potter. Don’t yell at me. And don’t try to cajole, it’s not going to happen).
But I’d be lying. The masses were right. I picked it up at 3pm yesterday and put it down two minutes ago. Devoured it. Wrapped myself inside it. Couldn’t wait to turn the next page.
I admit, some of it went right over my head. I had to stop and think about the logistics for a while. I would say I am far beyond a sceptic about time travel – I believe it’s absolutely impossible. The book didn’t convince me otherwise, but it certainly addressed some of the issues such a thing would present. Henry and Clare’s attempts to lead normal lives around his propensity for disappearing abruptly show just how impossible it would be.
Beyond the plot and the characters, (it’s rare for me to really like characters, as the book club girls know, and I ended up feeling a deep comfort with both of them), Audrey Niffenegger’s writing is simple, capitivating, and magic. And, it would appear, totally original. (I hate her, why didn’t I think of it? haha).
And the love between Henry and Clare is – cough – timeless. Seriously, I am not a big one for romance (I like to think I’m a realist. Hmm). But how can you not be touched by them? By her waiting, her patience, her acceptance. By his waiting, his desperation always to get back to her, their last moments together?
Similar to The French Lieutenant’s Woman, each section is introduced with a poem or two. I think the very first one is my favourite.