An Excerpt...

Nymeth and Chris (and a lot more people, but those two came to mind right away) both read and reviewed The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. I have read it before, I consider it one of my favourite books of all time, but it was before I started blogging. I have picked it up to reread it before, but something else would always end up catching my attention. Earlier today, I sat down, though, and read 200 pages. I love this book! Even though I know what is going to happen, I am still just as captivated. The worst thing, for me, is explaining to people why I like it. When I picked up today, though, and read these lines I was left thinking: 'Who wouldn't like a book that starts like this!'

Clare: The library is cool and smells like carpet cleaner, although all I can see is marble. I sign the Visitors' Log: Clare Abshire, 11:15 10-26-91 Special Collections. I have never been in the Newberry Library before, and not that I've gotten past the dark, foreboding entrance I am excited. I have a sort of Christmas-morning sense of the library as a big box full of beautiful books. The elevator is dimly lit, almost silent. I stop on the third floor and fill out an application for a Reader's Card, the I go upstairs to Special Collections. My boot heels rap the wooden floor. The room is quiet and crowded, full of solid, heavy tables piled with books and surrounded by readers. Chicago autumn morning light shines through the tall windows.

That quote is the opening lines from Chapter 1 (page 7 in the paperback edition I have). See, that is a beginning... Off to spend more time with Henry and Clare!\

Oh, and the worst thing of all is I was gathering clothes together to do a load of laundry and I think I put the book on a wet towel because now the edges are wet! (Yeah, I know, so minor in the world, but enough to make me mildly freak out...)