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Dec. 24th, 2004 | 08:35 am

This book. The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. Is breaking my heart very sweetly.

I'm only on page 33. I can only read a chapter or so before I start crying and eventually have to put it down again.

No wonder it will have taken me too long to read it....

quoting myself:

I am writing this as I lay dying[1], yet coming back to live this moment because it's all happening now, and now, and now. There's just one big now, and it's the same one. I am asking myself, what have I done? And why? And the truth is I'm still doing that choosing. I feel like I'm engaged in shaping my life as an all-present continuum in (at least) four dimensions. The things I'm learning today are having a profound effect on my childhood. I've crammed a lot of my essence into those years, because I like the way he thinks.

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from: jenmarie
date: Dec. 24th, 2004 02:40 pm (UTC)

Will add to my must-read list... Now that I've unpacked my books, I have to start adding to them again, of course!

"You aren’t really there at all. There isn’t anyone but me — Jane — here alone in the dark."

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