|The one with time travelling ...
||[Aug. 6th, 2006|02:15 pm]
|||||Cintamu Mekar Di Hati - May||]|
"Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you. "
I just finished reading the time traveler's wife by Audrey Niffeneger. I had to go to 3 libraries just to get my hand on this book. It was a feeling I get. Urging me to borrow this book which I thought was just a 200 page long but boy was I mistaken. It's quite thick. And it's been a while since I read anything thick, or to be honest, anything as poignant as this.
Yes, most of all the book focuses on is that one universal thing. Love. Love so strong that it brings despair and sadness. Love so strong that a moment of togetherness is worth every pain they had to go through.
Waiting and longing,
Waiting even more for him to arrive.
Waiting for him to come back from all his time travelling, only to have him vanish again without any warning.
How the main female character found her love when she was 6 and he was in his 30s. How from there they met secretly in the meadow. She will leave him clothes. He will teach her french. How at such a tender age, she fall in love and kept that dream alive throughout the years. Finding the future time traveler that don't even realise her existance as for him, the story have yet to begun.
It's funny but most of all it's tragic. Tragic in the sense that he was crippled and died in the end. How she could not bear to look at their daughter because she saw Henry in her. How she spend her life waiting even after his death. Waiting for that day where he will appear once again before her ... when she's 80 and he's 40 ...
Throughout the whole novel I realised, the real time traveler is not Henry, but Clare herself.