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and Isabelle gives me a look that says You asshole.
He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. It's hard to be the one who stays. Information at BookBrowse.com is published with the permission of the copyright holder or their agent.
in this very evocative way that convinces me that at some point in time we have a really amazing thing together. How?
"Is there something I can help you with?" Author We plan to meet tonight at a nearby Thai restaurant, all the while under the amazed gaze of the woman behind the desk, and I leave, forgetting about Kelmscott and Chaucer and floating down the marble stairs, through the lobby and out into the October Chicago sun, running across the park scattering small dogs and squirrels, whooping and rejoicing.
It is obvious that he has never seen me before in his life.
"Come and have coffee with me, or dinner or something...." Surely he has to say yes, this Henry who loves me in the past and the future must love me now in some bat-squeak echo of other time. Librarian Henry DeTamble is dogged by an involuntary tendency to time travel, leaving wife Clare to keep their relationship alive.
I cross the lobby, and as I run down the stairs to the street I see Clare running across Washington Square, jumping and whooping, and I am near tears and I don't know why.
I wait for him.
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. Clare is so pale she looks like a waxwork in the candlelight. Here we are. Your hands and feet are tingling and then they aren't there at all. Agent Sonya: Moscow's Most Daring Wartime Spy.
Now I wait for Henry. Maybe you're dreaming me; maybe we only exist in each other's dreams and every morning when we wake up we forget all about each other.”, “I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. - from The Ninth Duino Elegy,RAINER MARIA RILKE,translated by STEPHEN MITCHELL, Saturday, October 26, 1991 (Henry is 28, Clare is 20).
It makes it more multi-sensory."
I’ve picked the parts that I like the best and roughly pieced them together, so it’s not the complete passage. But no meaning.
I resolve to avoid bringing Clare to my apartment tonight even if such a thing is possible. She reaches over and touches my cheek. I knew you when I was a little girl..." I'm at a loss because I am in love with a man who is standing before me with no memories of me at all. No part of this book may be reproduced without permission from the publisher, MacAdam Cage. Paperback:
"Everything. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Sometimes you feel euphoric.
I found it an interesting story, engaging and extremely hard to put down. A plethora of unanswerables runs through my head.
Bookshelves. How does it feel? She has long red hair that covers her shoulders and falls to the middle of her back.
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Like “I wanted someone to love who would stay: stay and be there, always.” ― Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife. Henry and Clare's passionate love affair endures across a sea of time and captures the two lovers in an impossibly romantic trap.
We will see each other again, Clare. History, Find books by time period, setting & theme, Read-alike suggestions by book and author. She is glowing at me, although I am unshaven and hung over and just not at my best. BookBrowse seeks out and recommends the best in contemporary fiction and nonfiction—books that not only engage and entertain but also deepen our understanding of ourselves and the world around us. You wake up in the County Hospital concussed with a policeman sitting outside your door listening to the Phillies game on a crackly transistor radio.
May 2004, 560 pages.
We are going to meet for dinner this very evening, at the Beau Thai, and Clare, having secured me for later, wafts out of the Reading Room. The last time I saw him he was sucking my toes in the Meadow.
I take walks.
We spent the entire evening fighting, and now I can't even remember what we were fighting about. BookBrowse seeks out and recommends the best in contemporary fiction and nonfiction—books that not only engage and entertain but also deepen our understanding of ourselves and the world around us. Copyright Audrey Niffenegger 2003. All Quotes
The author of Orphan Train returns with an ambitious, emotionally resonant historical novel.
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Copyright Audrey Niffenegger 2003. -Clare”, “that's what I love you for: your inability to perceive all my hideous flaws”, “When the woman you live with is an artist, every day is a surprise.”. I can barely refrain from throwing my arms around him. ." I can feel the length of her body pressing against mine through the thin fabric.
As I stand in the elevator, dazed, I realize that a massive winning lottery ticket chunk of my future has somehow found me here in the present, and I start to laugh.
I won’t tell you any more, so you can imagine it, so you can have it unrehearsed when the time comes, as it will, as it does come.
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