I finished reading this book shortly before my wife was back from office, when she was back, I told her that I had been missing her, and I seriously did miss her.

This is the first time I read a time-travelling piece, I was initially lost, but soon I got used to the formatting, something like, Sunday, September 5, 1993 (Clare is 22, Henry is 30). And I was hooked shortly after; it was written with first-person narrative, switching between Henry's perspective, the time traveller, and his wife, Clare, made it personal and warm.

I especialy like the intricate and cinematic naratives, which many times I thought they are poetic as well. Quoted from the novel:

_"All my pleasures are homey ones: armchair splendor, the sedate excitements of domesticity. All I ask for are humble delights. A mystery novel in bed, the smell of Clare's long red-gold hair damp from washing, a postcard from a friend on vacation, cream dispersing into coffee, ....." (p.3)_

There's only on catch, reading a _time travel_ book may keep you wondering among other questions, _if Henry could travel to the past, should there be more than on Henry travelling at the same time?_ Anyway, I don't think about it much, and I love the ending. (read less)