The Time Travelers’ Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
And by beautiful I mean heartbreaking lovely, soul wrenchingly sad, spectacularly moving and wonderfully funny. Seriously, I know it’s a thick book but it seems kind of ridiculous that all of that could fit in one story but it totally did.
I kind of knew how it would end since I saw the movie (which was okay, I liked it at the time but now dislike it because the book was so much better) but even that didn’t make it any less emotionally exhausting. It’s like being on a train to a place you’ve never been before. You don’t quite know what the ride will be like but you know you’ll get to the right station at the end of it.
That was one of the most heartbreaking things about the story – the knowledge that Henry and Clare and Alba have through the last sixty pages that Henry’s life is ending but not knowing the how or the when until all the pieces have fallen into place in one soul shredding day.
So there’s loads of stuff to say about this book but it just kind of feels… too sad to talk about right now.
Therefore I’m just going to discuss one thing that I thought was super cool and the movie did a really crappy job of capturing – Henry’s relationship with himself. Throughout the book Henry is meeting himself at various stages of his life and it’s wonderful. It was a wonderfully casual, almost brotherly. Henry was his own mentor, Henry regularly rescues himself from crazy situations, Henry is even kinds of friends with himself at different stages of life – never mind how mind blowing that would be – it just comes across as a relationship as genuine as any other in the book and that’s awesome.
Last movie I watched: Can’t remember. Probably the newest Twilight.
Last TV shop I watched: Batman Beyond. Man, that’s a really spectacular show.