The Time Traveler's Wife

I finally finished the book today. 2 months after I bought it. To be exact, I had read the first 200 pages or so of the book, and was forced to abandon ship when the assignments and exams came flooding in. Then I decided to pick it up 2 days ago, from my sis’ desk, and devoured it within these few days. I’m not a fast reader, and reading The Time Traveler’s Wife was made difficult by the chronological jumble-up (no pun intended). I won’t be a spoiler for those who haven’t read the book, but I’d say it’s easily one of the better books I’ve read, next to Anne Rice chimology. TTTW wasn’t dense; it was more of fitting the story together from Clare and Henry’s perspectives, because Niffenegger wrote the story from both perspectives, and you’ve got a protagonist who would appear alongside himself within a single time frame. Oops, spoiler already. I shall uphold the integrity of the author and stop rattling on about the plot. I had hit a brick wall today; it was so hard to digest, towards the end the story, to read Henry’s last letter to Clare, I had to cry just enough to wet Jack’s right shoulder in order to detach myself from the protagonists, and finished the last of the book. The last time I cried over a book was… I forgot. I loved this book, and I’m glad I bought it. I just won’t be reading it anytime soon, because I’m not sure if I can overcome the emotional waves within the plot, now that I now what’s going to happen. Now I feel like Henry. And it’s comforting that… he’s never really gone from Clare. He’ll always be there, at some particular time and space, waiting to be brought by the ramdomness of time and chance to her side.

And I loved the poignant lines.
I really, really do.


"Do you ever miss him?
Every day. Every minute.
Every minute, she says.
Yes, it's that way, isn't it?"

Yes, I really do miss you.