By Lindsay Sellers, 20, reporting from New York, NY, on a book that travels
In preparation for a few international flights, a friend recently recommended the book The Time Traveler's Wife. I packed it and wasn't sure if I'd get to reading it, but as I sat in the terminal, six hours to kill, alone, with no trashy American magazines at my disposal, teleportation sounded tempting. The book promised a romantically compelling plot, and was more than 500 pages—-definitely long enough to last through my layover. I was sold.
The main characters, Henry and Claire, proved to be engaging, and the almost saccharine plot was tempered by a few truly racy moments—-I almost felt the need to shield the text from the children and elderly seated around me. But I was thrown off by some huge gaps in logic: as if time-travel wasn't hard enough to swallow in a novel that takes place in modern-day Chicago, the rules about it did not always add up. And would any woman commit her life to a man who might literally vanish? Before I read this book, the cynic in me would have said no. But now with Valentine's Day on the horizon, I'm not so sure. Logic be damned--maybe anything is possible! — Lindsay Sellers