Since Thea and I read different genres most of the time – Me, reading mostly Romance Novels and Thea reading mostly Sci-fi/Fantasy, although I can feel deep in my bones that she will turn into a voracious Romance reader very soon. I know that she loved Lord of Scoundrels, she just bought Dreaming of You and yesterday she was reading about Georgette Heyer! But I digress – we though it would be interesting if, at least once every month, we read the same book and turned our reviews into a conversation of sorts, which we hope can be extended to the folks that read the blog.
So, without further ado, here is the information about this month’s book:
Title: The Time Traveler’s Wife
Author: Audrey Niffenegger
Review number: 5
Genre: Romance? Sci-fi? Both?
Stand alone or series: Stand alone
Summary: From Publishers Weekly – This highly original first novel won the largest advance San Francisco-based MacAdam/Cage had ever paid, and it was money well spent. Niffenegger has written a soaring love story illuminated by dozens of finely observed details and scenes, and one that skates nimbly around a huge conundrum at the heart of the book: Henry De Tamble, a rather dashing librarian at the famous Newberry Library in Chicago, finds himself unavoidably whisked around in time. He disappears from a scene in, say, 1998 to find himself suddenly, usually without his clothes, which mysteriously disappear in transit, at an entirely different place 10 years earlier-or later. During one of these migrations, he drops in on beautiful teenage Clare Abshire, an heiress in a large house on the nearby Michigan peninsula, and a lifelong passion is born. The problem is that while Henry’s age darts back and forth according to his location in time, Clare’s moves forward in the normal manner, so the pair are often out of sync. But such is the author’s tenderness with the characters, and the determinedly ungimmicky way in which she writes of their predicament […] that the book is much more love story than fantasy. It also has a splendidly drawn cast, from Henry’s violinist father […] to Clare’s odd family and a multitude of Chicago bohemian friends. […] It is a fair tribute to her skill and sensibility to say that the book leaves a reader with an impression of life’s riches and strangeness rather than of easy thrills.
We will be posting our reviews shortly.