The Time Traveler's Wife

I spent pretty much the entirety of this past weekend plowing thru Audrey Niffenegger's The Time Traveler's Wife in a state of serious literary obsession.

I haven't really read much since finishing Infinite Jest, because it was just THAT good - and I was finding it hard to digest any other piece of literature without finding it meaningless and generally lousy. So, after a long break, I started on this one - something that's been on my list for ages. I had serious reservations. The whole time travel concept generally doesn't bode well - I figured it'd be confusing and corny and not much in the way of literary goodness.

I was wrong. Very wrong.

I bow down to Ms. Niffenegger.

I spent the whole 536 pages shaking my head at the complexity and inventive imagination that can create such a quickly moving, intensely crafted novel. How do you do it? I honestly don't know.

Somehow she made the time travel element work.

Not to say I didn't spend every moment trying to wrap my head around the concept. And then spent days after I was finished rethinking the plotline and all of the events and who was traveling in time to when and etc etc etc.

But it was good.

Very good.

And cathartic, to say the least.

I cried for 20 minutes after I was done.

And made Jared promise he would NEVER EVER time travel.

Read it.