Summary: The paradoxes of a science fiction time travel books wrapped in the tragic story of a romance.
A couple weeks ago someone asked me what my favorite book was. I responded like I normally do and said I had two favorite memoirs of the last year (Surprised by Oxford and Jesus, My Father, The CIA and Me). We had been talking about memoirs, so it made sense in the conversation.
In general I think of favorite books in categories. How can you compare a theology book and a children’s book or a hard science fiction book and memoir? Even when I post my books of the year lists, I have a separate fiction and non-fiction list.
But when I went home that night I was thinking through the question again and realized I do have a favorite fiction book. It is Time Traveler’s Wife.




