As I lay in bed on a sunny Saturday morning, I should be sleeping. I have finished The Time Travelers Wife, and I can finally have my life back! But, my mind seems to think differently. Every time I shut my eyes, my head spins. Like a movie projector, my mind begins to replay various scenes as I had imagined them to look.
From the moment I opened her pages two weeks ago today, she has held me prisoner. Five hundred and thirty six pages of absolute captivation, every page left me wanting for more. She exudes every raw emotion of real life...love, lust, innocence, jealousy, sex, empathy, fear, desire, sadness, triumph, lies, happiness, heartbreak, acceptance, unconditionally love.
A small part of me is sad that she is now complete, that all the pieces now fit perfectly and all the unanswered questions have been answered. I find myself, strangely....wanting more.