The Time Traveller’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger is my next stop on the great Re-Read. For a while this book was everything to me. I had never read anything that was so beautiful and painful and perfect in my life. I discovered it in my mid twenties after coming out of a horrible relationship with a controlling person who was not good for me at all. I was seeing my current bloke and he was (still is for that matter) brilliant. We weren’t living together and only got to see each other depending on his shifts and what time we could scrape together.
This book knew my pain. I have never been so moved by anything in my entire life. It seemed magical and wonderful and painful and there was a truth to it that really affected me. I sobbed my heart out over this book. I can remember reading the last fifty or so pages with tears streaming down my face. For some reason people kept calling me on the phone and asking if I was okay and I’d choke out that I was fine but the book I was reading was killing me.
It was one of those books that once I had read it I immediately had to make someone else read it so that they could understand what I was going through. I evangelised about this novel to anyone who would listen. It is with some trepidation that I pick it up again. It cannot possibly live up to the hype I’ve just subjected it to can it?
Here is my copy. Well thumbed and with the spine broken in a couple of places which is unlike me. Care to join me on this journey?