The Time Traveler's Wife

I'm trying to finish The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. I'm on page 451 out of 536. Not much time left (no pun intended) for a plot twist that will make the effort worthwhile. This is only the second time I've read about time travel--(if you don't count H. G. Well's The Time Machine--which I probably SAW instead of read, anyway).

I was able to break a 3-year "reader's block" with time travel fiction after hearing Diana Gabaldon speak at a book fair in Edinburgh during the Festival (1999). I bought the first book of the Outlander series (published in Britain as Cross Stitch) while I was there. The book fit the atmosphere which was comprised of: the Military Tattoo; bag pipes playing day and night (we were housed at the University of Edinburgh during a bagpipe contest); Rizzio's blood on the floor at Holyrood House; and Scottish thistles grabbing my pant's legs as I climbed Arthur's Seat--from whence King Arthur will come whenever Britain needs him.

Worth Noting

Descriptive sentences from The Time Traveler's Wife. "A crow flies across the grass. Its shadow flies under it, and meets it as it lands under the window . . ."

Also a good phrase from The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society loaned to me by my friend Lydia a few weeks ago. Something about feeling like a tuba among the flutes. Nice.