I am continually putting off movies when I haven’t read the book first. Unless it’s a movie I didn’t know was based on a book until years later, like Mermaids or Drugstore Cowboy. Or a bunch of others, but I digress.
One that’s been on my shelf for years is The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger.
A dazzling novel in the most untraditional fashion, this is the remarkable story of Henry DeTamble, a dashing, adventuresome librarian who travels involuntarily through time, and Clare Abshire, an artist whose life takes a natural sequential course. Henry and Clare’s passionate love affair endures across a sea of time and captures the two lovers in an impossibly romantic trap, and it is Audrey Niffenegger’s cinematic storytelling that makes the novel’s unconventional chronology so vibrantly triumphant.
The author came to my library years ago, but it was for some fundraiser dinner thing that cost way more than I could afford, so I didn’t get to meet her. I’ll settle for reading her book, watching the movie adaptation and eating some time-traveling worthy food, whatever that may be. For some reason, I keep picturing astronaut ice cream.
I remember eating it once during elementary school and thinking it was Ah-May-Zing. But I was like seven, so…