I wait for Henry.
Where I read The Time Traveler’s Wife:
- my chair by the window, listening to the Friday night bar patrons babble and order from the hot dog guy
- my hallway in the path of a fan
- Starbucks surrounded by the murmur of 50 or so others lost in their own air-conditioned pursuits
Started it Friday night, finished it tonight. It’s been awhile since a book compelled me to read into the wee hours.
It’s quite good and it earned that ending — I’d tell you what it reminds me of, but you should get there on your own.
