Books in '14 | The Time Traveler's Wife

The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I have done my best to summarize the story in the following lines:

He goes to meet her;
Still, she's the one left behind.

Both of them are together;
Yet, the two are alone.

The start is not the beginning;
The start is the middle.

And the middle is the start;
And the end is just not the end.

A story of a time traveller who doesn't want to change whatever has happened and whatever will happen. In fact, he doesn't need to. He's content with what he's got, that being the love of his life. He loves her so much that he's afraid that even a tiny bit meddling with time will have disastrous consequences: he losing her.

Thus, he keeps going back and forth in time, involuntary popping out here and there, fighting his way out through all the troubles he encounters on the way. His stance never changed even when confronted with death. He dies.

But then again...

Death is supposedly the end, but it's not;
For him, it's just a discontinuity.

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