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《时间旅行者的妻子》是一个新颖的故事,它涉及到三个层面的连动:引人入胜的科幻概念、栩栩如生的人物刻画,以及感人至深的爱情。全书交织贯穿了亨利和克莱尔不同角度的视野和叙述,传神地表达出克莱尔那种总是被丢下后的思念,那种不寻常的生活方式,以及她对亨利超乎
Whats that? Look it up. It was built like a tank. It had fins. My parents loved it it had a lot of history for them. So we got in the car. I sat in the front passenger seat, we both wore our seatbelts. And we drove. The weather was absolutely awful.
I look up the book itself and fill out a call slip for it. But I also want to read about papermaking at Kelmscott. The catalog is confusing. I go back to the desk to ask for help. As I explain to the woman what I am trying to find, she glances over m
CHRISTMAS EVE, ONE ALWAYS CRASHING IN THE SAME CAR Saturday, December 24, 1988 (Henry is 40, Clare is 17) HENRY: Its a dark winter afternoon. Im in the basement in Meadowlark House in the Reading Room. Clare has left me some food: roast beef and chee
We ate. Everyone sang Happy Birthday and I blew out the candles. I dont remember what I wished for. I was allowed to stay up later than usual, because I was still excited by all the things wed seen, and because I had slept so late in the afternoon. I
and Etta is going to be as mad as a hatter if you dont go in pretty soon. Are you going to sleep here? You could come to our house, we have a guest room. Gosh, thats very nice of you. Unfortunately, I am not allowed to meet your family until 1991. Cl
Clare turns and runs up the path, into the arms of her lighted and welcoming house, and I turn to the dark and begin to walk across the meadow. Later in the evening I chuck the tie in the dumpster behind Dinas Fish n Fry. LESSONS IN SURVIVAL Thursday
As the show ends I look over at him and hes gone, vanished back to my old room in my dads apartment, standing sleep-addled beside my old bed, falling into it, gratefully. I turn off the TV and the bedside lamp. 1973 street noises drift in the open wi
Right, no problem. Anything else? Vivian Teska. Vivian is this girl in Geometry whom I lust after. Ive never said a word to her. After class tomorrow, go up to her and ask her out. I dont even know her. Trust me. Hes smirking at me in a way that make
You will. When you and I meet in my present that will happen fairly frequently. More often than Id like, Clare. So who did you like in 1975? Nobody, really. At twelve I had other stuff to think about. But when I was thirteen I had this huge crush on
Im very hungry. Im very tired. Im supposed to be in Dr. Quarries Shakespeare seminar, but Im sure Ive managed to miss it. Too bad. Were doing Midsummer Nights Dream.The upside of this police car is: its warm and Im not in Chicago. Chicagos Finest hat
She starts to put all the pieces back in their box, carefully dividing white and black. Lots of people know about Paul McCartneyIm the only one who knows about you. But youve actually met me, and youve never met him. My mom went to a Beatles concert.
But what if it was Henry? I jump out of bed and I run, with no shoes I run downstairs, out the back door, into the Meadow. Its cold, the wind cuts right through my nightgown. Where is he? I stop and look and there, by the orchard, theres Daddy and Ma
Oh, what the hell. I step back and put my whole weight into a side kick to the groin. Jason screams. I turn and look at Clare, who is white under her makeup. Tears are running down Jasons face. I wonder if hes going to pass out. Lets go, I say. Clare
Headlights appear in the distance. Clare turns her lights on and we are rushing along again, perfectly aligned between the yellow stripes in the middle of the road and the edge of the highway. Its 11:38. Clare is expressionless in the reflected dashb
Since you havent actually gotten married yet, I suppose we would have to say that you are my girlfriend. Clare puts her hand someplace it probably shouldnt be. Id rather be your mistress. Youre sixteen, Clare. I gently remove her hand, and stroke her
Ill drive you, she says. Clare picks me up in the Fiat at the end of the driveway, out of sight of the house. Shes wearing sunglasses even though its a dim afternoon, and lipstick, and her hair is coiled at the back of her head. She looks a lot older
She continues to hold my hands. She looks at me with eagerness; with love. I feel profoundly humble. Clare? Yes? Could we back up? Could we pretend that this is a normal first date between two normal people? Okay. Clare gets up and goes back to her s
Saturday, April 8, 1989 (Clare is 17, Henry is 40) CLARE: Im sitting in Grandma Meagrams room, doing the New York Times crossword puzzle with her. Its a bright cool April morning and I can see red tulips whipping in the wind in the garden. Mama is do
The drink is the color of strawberry Kool-Aid. What is it? I take a sip. It tastes like 7-Up. Mia smiles an evil little smile. Its something I invented. You want to get smashed, this is the express train. Oh. Well, thank you. I toast her, and drink u