The Time-Traveler's Wife, Audrey Niffenegger

This book is so sad. Not slash-your-wrists-in-despair sad, but romantic sad. Henry DeTamble can time travel within his own life. Seems like a good thing, right? He visits himself and people he loves, people he's lost. He gives his younger self stock tips, knows things about the future and meets his future wife, age 6. But when he time travels, it's uncontrollably and unpredictably. He never knows when or where he'll go, and he can't take anything with him, so he's constantly leaving behind piles of empty clothing. And when he arrives wherever, whenever, he's naked and sick and lost. He materializes in front of moving cars, in winter snow, in water. It's a genetic mutation he can't prevent. But through his time traveling, he meets his wife Clare, who knows him most of his life -- and waits for him when he's not there. Sounds like science fiction, but it's really a love story.
Posted by supersusie at March 24, 2004 4:15 AM