Rupert just died and I am dying right along with him. I know what's coming. I can feel what's coming. I have been reading for a while now but just had to stop and blog. I have to talk about this. My stomach hurts. And if I were to look at a photo of Jamie, his image would be fading, much like Marty McFly in "Back to the Future". And I can't stand it. I almost want to close the book and walk away, so I don't have to go through the inevitable. But I have to, don't I? Would it do any good to pray to God to make it end differently, like Jesus did in the Mount of Olives? Not very likely. I have a feeling I'm about to meet my very own Judas... and something tells me he goes by the name Jack Randall.
OK - Things I love:
I love that Jamie views Claire as his equal. And I love that Jamie views Claire as a strong woman and never treats her like she's weaker than him. He let her go with the English... and I think that speaks volumes. Don't get me wrong; there is a very slight part of me that wants to scream "How can you let her do this?!" but then I come to my senses and think "Thank God he let her do this!" I'm sure she'll come out of that OK. (I think I'm sure?)
I love that we got to see Rupert again. I was waiting for him through this whole book. And although I'm devastated he had to die, I just love that we got to experience that brotherhood among Jamie, Dougal and him at the last; it was beautiful.
I love that Claire is such an awesome care giver and can fix - or diagnose - anyone. She is one BAD ASSED you-know-what and this series should be required reading for EVERY FEMALE ON THIS PLANET.
And I love the following exchange, to the point where my heart literally aches:
He looked down at me helplessly, rage and fear mingled on his face. And under it all, a trace of humor at the underlying irony of the situation.
"I am a sassenach, after all," I said, seeing it.
He touched my face briefly with a rueful smile.
"Aye, mo duinne. But you're my sassenach."
OK I have to go back and read. But I'll be back later today. I plan to finish this book by this evening. And then I'm going to need help. Lots and lots of help. Maybe in the way of Santa Margherita... I canna be sure just yet, ken?