After procrastinating for much of the year , I've done what I said I would do for 2006 . One of my resolutions - I only made a few and losing weight was NOT one of them.
I read a book. A BIG book. A book that so many rave about, clamor over, sigh over and press into our minds that we are missing something if we don't.
by Diana Gabaldon.
Once again, I swim against the current.
I am not in love with the character of Jamie Fraser.
Nor am I "in like".
My wonderful cousin has been asking me for two years to read it and you know what? I HAD read it somewhere in the past. I remember the cows, the vaccination mark on Geillie , and Randall's perversity and how Claire cured Jamie of his PTSD.
It was LONG and detailed and I found myself skimming. Yes - the prose was descriptive and colorful.
I appreciate the hard work that Diana had to have done in preparation for writing this book never mind the actual creation of it.
I can see the allure of a slightly older women tuturing her younger and virginal husband. But did it inspire me to read the series further?
Did it create an obsession?
A desire that needs to be assuaged by buying all the books in the series immediately?
Not by a long shot.
Someone please explain to me what the allure is of Outlander that generates such passion, dedication and loyalty among its readers.
I don't feel it.