I just finsihed reading The Time Traveler’s Wife, by Audrey Niffengger. It was extraordinarilly sublime. Imense. Wonderful. Very romantic and heartwarming, while also having an element of action and mystery. In short, it was really, really great. Basically it’s about this guy who gets “unstuck” in time, who time travels without much warning and in much the same way that epileptics have seisures. It’s a brain condition, and in the book there is a doctor who eventually figures out what is different about him. He meets this woman claire who has known him her whole life. In his future, he goes back to visit her many times. In fact, the book is just as much her story as it is his. There are so many poignant unspoken things between these characters, between Henry and Claire that I almost felt it was unrealistic. But they did talk, and about important things, and they fought, but more emphasis was placed on the things they couldn’t tell each other, or didn’t want to. About the future, mostly. The book was very quiet in a way, quite subtle and beautiful, especially when dealing with the more “hard science”-y aspects. It did feel totally like science fiction. The time travel was especially well done, and very internally consistant. I would have liked to have had some more explaination for it, but this was just as good. An explaination might have been lame, really. Anyway, I really enjoyed this book, the unabashed romance tied in quite well with my personal life right now, and it will definitely haunt me–dare I say it? …into the future.