been reading: The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

This novel left me speechless and that is a rare thing. The premise, Henry’s time travel, is reason enough to read it. (Don’t dismiss this book because I just said time travel – it’s not science fiction. There is no traveling to the Medieval times in a machine.) Henry is often uncontrollably transposed (due to a rare genetic disease) into the past and future of his own life. Remember the best episodes of Quantum Leap when Sam would be transported into some role where he could witness/affect his own life? It’s like that, sorta. It’s a book about forging connections, about honestly appraising one’s existence, about a trust between two people so deep it transcends time, literally. There’s some determinism/free will philosophy mixed in (as is mandatory in anything discussing time travel), but what I found myself pondering were the expanse of my own life and the inevitable transience of relationships. I can promise that, somewhere among these 500 pages, you will lose all sense of chronology, you will consider Henry a close friend and not just a protagonist, you will cry, and you will kiss your partner more passionately than before.