I’m forever grateful to “Diana Gabaldon” (http://www.dianagabaldon.com) for writing the Outlander series.
I first discovered it in October 2010 as a free e-book for my Kindle. (OMG- can I just tell you how much I love my Kindle? Greatest invention ever. But that’s for another post.) The books could be classified as Romance, or Historical Fiction, or even Science Fiction for the time-travel element. Here’s how Amazon.com describes the plot of Outlander, the first book:
“In Outlander, a 600-page time-travel romance, strong-willed and sensual Claire Randall leads a double life with a husband in one century, and a lover in another. Torn between fidelity and desire, she struggles to understand the pure intent of her heart. But don’t let the number of pages and the Scottish dialect scare you. It’s one of the fastest reads you’ll have in your library. While on her second honeymoon in the British Isles, Claire touches a boulder that hurls her back in time to the forbidden Castle Leoch with the MacKenzie clan. Not understanding the forces that brought her there, she becomes ensnared in life-threatening situations with a Scots warrior named James Fraser. But it isn’t all spies and drudgery that she must endure. For amid her new surroundings and the terrors she faces, she is lured into love and passion like she’s never known before.
I was lame and sore in every muscle when I woke next morning. I shuffled to the privy closet, then to the wash basin. My innards felt like churned butter. It felt as though I had been beaten with a blunt object, I reflected, then thought that that was very near the truth. The blunt object in question was visible as I came back to bed, looking now relatively harmless. Its possessor [Jamie] woke as I sat next to him, and examined me with something that looked very much like male smugness.”
Now, I’m normally a nonfiction/spiritual awakening kind of reader (with some exceptions like Twilight & Southern Vampire series), so I surprised myself when I clicked on the book title; I mean, my closest living example of someone who reads romance novels is my late grandmother who rarely left her home (ok, kitchen chair) & had stacks of them piled up around her house.
The first couple of hundred pages were a little slow, but holy crap once it picked up it RAN! I was hooked. Like a druggie. Outlander is like “my own personal brand of heroin,”(Edward to Bella in Twilight). The characters are so real. I’m convinced they absolutely must have existed, and Diana Gabaldon somehow channeled their essence into the books. They’re so real to me.
I laughed, cried, raged, lusted…Oh yes. Jamie Fraser. Cue dreamy sigh…
A funny thing happened as I read the books- I became aware that I was less critical of myself. And I looked at my husband differently, felt closer to him. I initiated sex much more often—something about this story affected me in a such a way that I’m not the same. And I like it (so does my husband!).
Now GO READ THIS BOOK!