The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

My review

Everyone has been raving about this book and my mother finally leant it to me, and I finally read it, and here I am not so pleased with Miss Niffenegger. Overall, the plot was unchanging, without any kind of momentum, and solely about marriage. Now, I have no problem with marriage, weddings, babies, ect...BUT I must admit that I am uninterested in that if there is nothing else to complicate it. Yes, I understand that the protagonist time-travels which makes their situation special, but it almost exacerbated the marriage-story because it meant that Clare (the wife) never had another choice. And speaking of Clare, who could have been the most interesting character in the book, was written like a china doll. She is an artist, she has red hair. She is worried a lot and wants a child. The author offers no depth, no character development, no hook to grab on to. Ultimately, I would describe this as a failed love story.


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One Year

Today I have had this blog for one whole year! To celebrate, I darkened all the colors. Maybe I'll add a new picture tomorrow if I can get internet access...

Landscape escape

I've moved only next door, but my life became swept up in a cyclone of amnesia-inducing experiments and lots of vodka drank on a brown corderoy couch and chased with cranberry juice. Clothing litters my bedroom floor (confetti), my cat drapes himself on the cool linoleum of the kitchen and misses his friend. I am still frozen. There are no stories in my veins, no thoughts that raise my hackles. Willow is rooted in an uncomfortable bed of stagnant soil. Or maybe willow is rooted too comfortable in the rich soil of Burlington, and the lack of challenge is fuzzing art into sleep. Tomorrow I will try my hardest to go outside and take some pictures before work. The sun and the solitude are both necessary, as is solitude at night. Tonight I'll shun the world and soak in a bath, listen carefully to the Tom Waites album "Alice" that was a gift from a friend. Maybe the darkness will lift and my blood will stop clotting and sticking underneath my skin.