The Time Traveler's Wife

Everyone in my family reads. It's no wonder that I do. I remember summer afternoons spent in the library, searching for books to bring home, my weeks spent reading. School nights not being able to deny myself one more chapter. Winter evenings curled in a chair, or on a couch. Late nights buried under my covers. Every so often I come across a book that grabs my attention and I quickly read it, anxious to know the ending.

While I was in England, Jody sent home a book titled The Time Traveler's Wife for John to read. While he's currently reading another book, last week I decided I would pick it up and give it a try. In the begining I was very confused. I couldn't understand the concept of the novel and I was about ready to put the book down and forget about it. However, I kept at it. Never have I read a book that I've been so unwilling to put down. Or so able to forget and ignore all that is going on around me. Chapter after chapter I became immensed in what I can only describe as a web of blissful confusion. The more I tried to understand the concept of what the book was about, the more lost I became. However, the further into it I got, the more in love I fell with the characters. I felt like I knew them, that their lives were actually real. I spent most of the time reading this book feeling sad for the characters. The ending had me sobbing with tears. And yet I couldn't put it down. Although it was hard to understand, it was intensly convincing. Every emotion felt by the characters was felt by me.

I'm incredibly happy that Jody sent this book home. I'm estatic that I've read it. I cannot remember the last time I read a book that I've enjoyed quite this much. I recommend it to everyone. I can't wait to read it again.