I finally finished Voyager by Diana Gabaldon. It seemed to take forever, but from what I can figure it took me just over two weeks to read it from cover to cover. That’s got to be some kind of record for me.
Their love affair happened long ago by whatever measurement Claire Randall took. Twenty years before, she had traveled back in time and into the arms of a gallant eighteenth-century Scot named Jamie Fraser. Then she returned to her own century to bear his child, believing him dead in the tragic battle of Culloden. Yet his memory has never lessened its hold on her … and her body still cries for him in her dreams.
When she discovers that Jamie may have survived, Claire must choose her destiny. And as time and space come full circle, she must find the courage to face what awaits her … the deadly intrigues raging in a divided Scotland … and the daring voyage into the dark unknown that lies beyond the standing stones.
Her books may be some of the longest I’ve ever read, but nothing compares to Gabaldon’s storytelling ability. The details make the history and the characters come alive. I’ve read three of eight books now, and the emotion is still real and raw. This book made me laugh and cry, with just enough of a plot twist to keep me on my toes. This series doesn’t disappoint.