Read-Along

  • Read-Along

    Summer Read-Along Roundup – Post 1

    On Friday I shared the first of my 4 posts for our Time-Traveler’s Wife Summer Read-Along, and today I want to share with you all the wonderful posts and responses that have been contributed by some of those joining me on this journey. They are wonderfully wide ranging exploring personal time-lines, the specifics of time travel, the search for cosmic balance and the presence/absence dichotomy of social media and blogging. Please do go and visit them and join in the conversations! My 17-year-old self, were she to time travel 20 years into the future, would be devastated I’m sure to discover she became so pragmatic, so bidden to the present…

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    We Are All Time-Travelers

    [This is a post for The Time-Traveler’s Wife Summer Read-Along – please add your link to your Summer Read-Along post in the box below, leave comments and join in the conversation!] The whole concept behind The Time-Traveler’s Wife has always fascinated me. To have the ability to move forward and backwards in time is a common trope of science fiction, but the focus on moving back and forth along your own time-line was new to me. The way in which Henry is compelled to revisit certain points in his past over and over again strikes me as simultaneously a blessing and a curse. I think this is probably most obvious…

  • Read-Along,  Summer of Self

    And So Our Journey Begins..

    It’s hard being left behind. The opening words of The Time-Traveler’s Wife sit heavy in my heart. As I explained in a previous post, I’m usually the one leaving on a jet plane – heading off to international conferences, navigating my way on various modes of transport to trawl through university library archives. I am never the one left behind. Until tomorrow, that is. Tomorrow my most special people will be held tight in my arms. I’ll breathe in the scent of their hair. I’ll brush my cheek across their cheeks. I’ll feel the swell of their inhale and exhale as it reverberates through their frames. We’ll cry, we’ll kiss…

  • Read-Along,  Self-Discovery,  Self-Esteem

    Journeying with the Time-Traveler’s Wife

    I am having a hard time, in my tiny bedroom studio, in the beginning of my married life. The space that I can call mine, that isn’t full of Henry, is so small that my ideas have become small. I am like a caterpillar in a cocoon of paper; all around me are sketches for sculptures, small drawings that seem like moths fluttering against the windows, beating their wings to escape from this tiny space. I make maquettes, tiny sculptures that are rehearsals for huge sculptures. Every day the ideas come more reluctantly, as though they know I will starve them and stunt their growth. At night I dream about…