the book heart: no. 6 (the time traveler's wife)

Wednesday, May 7, 2014


There’s a playground at the end of the block and I run to the swings and climb on, and Henry takes the one next to me, facing the opposite direction, and we swing higher and higher, passing each other, sometimes in synch and sometimes streaming past each other so fast it seems like we’re going to collide, and we laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.

I remember picking up The Time Travelers Wife, by Audrey Niffenegger, at Powell’s, in a stack of books that I was planning on reading on the drive home to Colorado after our first year at college, nearly 5 years ago. (!!!) What I can’t remember is if we had watched the movie before I read the book. I think we had. (Because now that I'm thinking about it, I ashamedly have to admit that was the only reason I picked it up. That cover just does not catch my eye, and Audrey Niffenegger wasn't on my radar.) But it really didn’t matter, because the written story is so much more enthralling, so much deeper and darker and more raw, that by the end of reading the book the movie had been entirely erased from my mind.

I remember driving down the coast, my whole body slouched over this book, not able to look up at the passing scenery because what I was holding in my hands was becoming more and more real to me. I’ve read it several times since then, and it never fails to sneak it’s way into my heart. As always, the shining stars of the books are the characters—real, deep, fucked up, honest, redeemable. The characters are the bright points of light and all of the moments, and the plot, and the wonderful descriptive passages that books are made of, they stretch out between the points of light and connect them. Until there’s a web that’s been constructed and it’s solid enough that you could lay right on top of it, and be held above the ground.

I'm sure some of you guys have read it too. Was it a favorite?


(The book heart is a place books go when they move you. It’s a place for you to keep all of those books, all of those plots and stories and all of those little moments. This is a series chronicling the books that have become a part of me. I hope you'll enjoy, and that maybe these books can become a part of you as well.) 

1 comment :

  1. I might read it after the book I am currently reading. I noticed my local library has a translation of it. :>

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