I finally finished my latest Imaginary Book Club selection, The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. It was recommended by Christy although I have to admit several other people said they loved it, too. The book is about a guy that time travels and the woman that waits around for him while he does. Chick spends a lot of time waiting. He visits her as a kid so gets used to waiting on him from an early age. Most chicks don't wait this much. Except maybe that chick in Cold Mountain who was prepared to wait for Jude Law forever after one kiss and no letters from him for years. But I digress.
The plot of The Time Traveler's Wife is incredibly creative. Let's just get that out of the way first thing. Because it's complicated. All that time traveling and seeing people he knows at different times in his life and just keeping track of when the action in the book is taking place at any given time is complicated. Much love and respect for Audrey Niffenegger for thinking all that up and keeping it straight. Impressive.
Second, the book takes awhile to get into. All that time traveling Audrey Niffenegger gets much love for thinking up makes it sort of hard to immediately catch on to. I didn't get caught up in "I have to finish this chapter so I can find out what happens" until 300 pages in. That's a long time for me without really feeling involved.
Overall, I'd say it's good. But it's not my favorite. I think I sort of resented all that time the wife had to spend waiting. I appreciate time alone. I appreciate letting your husband have his own space and do his own things. But I couldn't play a waiting game my whole life. The uncertainty of not knowing when he'll be there would drive me nuts. I don't think I'd worry about him so much as drive myself crazy wondering. Wondering where he is and if he's okay and when he'll be back and if I should wait to go to the grocery store because maybe he'll be back and I don't want to miss him and Gee, this party is fun and all but it'd be so much better if my husband hadn't gone to the bathroom and never come back.
I'm not suited for that life. I know that about myself. Not being able to count on him would be unbelievably hard. I found it desperately uncomfortable to think about what it would be like to be her. And I didn't understand why she didn't want to adopt. Pregnancy is very special. But you can choose to love a child too. And that's just as special in its own way. I believe that.
The Imaginary Book Club is going to read The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls next. I'm excited because everyone says it's really good. I think I even saw the author on Oprah. Which technically means nothing whatsoever as far as the quality of the book itself but whatever.
Before I start that book I'm going to finish the 2nd half of It's All Too Much by Peter Walsh from that TLC show Clean Sweep. It's a how to guide for de-cluttering your life. I'm currently on page 91 wherein he is explaining why the sky won't fall if I get rid of the two boxes of beanie babies my husband's been trying to convince me to part with for four years. I'm not saying I'm convinced. I'm just saying I'm entertaining the subject. Although now that I've publicly confessed to two boxes of beanie babies in my garage perhaps shame alone will drive me to finally part with them.