-contented sigh- I love this book. You should, too. Go read it, now.
What? That’s not enough information, you say? Well. Fine.
I first read this book three years ago while in New Zealand and had to tear myself away from the pages to go hang out with people in Auckland, which is one of my favorite places in the world, so… yeah. I’d been wanting to re-read it for awhile, but I worried it wouldn’t hold up to a second reading, but then the movie was coming out and other people were reading it and I really wanted to read it again so I did! And it held up just fine.
This is a giant sappy love story about a girl called Clare who meets her future husband, Henry when she’s six and he’s thirty-six. But Henry doesn’t meet Clare until he’s twenty-eight and she is twenty. Right. Because Henry randomly travels through time, going to seemingly arbitrary wheres and whens. The story flows mostly chronologically through Clare’s life, with brief jaunts elsewhen here and there, and describes Henry and Clare’s meetings and courtship and attempts (successful and failed) to be a normal couple.
It’s really sweet and made me cry a whole bunch at three in the morning while I was finishing it, even though I knew what was going to happen, even though everyone and his brother knows what’s going to happen, which I think is a strong point of the novel. Or I’m just a big ol’ sap. Or both. You never know.
(Summer Lovin’ Challenge)
Pass me yours, if you’ve got ’em.