While I thought this book was well written and thought provoking as regards relationships, perspective, and fate versus self-determination, I could not drum up the enthusiasm to care about these people and their lives. I wanted to know what happens because I always do, but there was nothing intrinsically compelling enough to keep me engaged. Even the Tarantino-esque format required by the time traveling became rather mundane.

I found this book to be boring and predictable. She's trying to make a decision between husband 1: the love of her life she thought was killed in combat overseas and husband 2: the guy who comforted her when she thought the love of her life was dead. Did anyone doubt which decision she was going to make? Even the pregnancy by husband 2, which could be seen coming from the begining of the book, did not cloud the issue. It was an awfully long book for her to be wieghing these choices... I love H1, but H2 was so nice to me. Shocked though you may be, she chooses H1. There. Now you don't need to read it. You're welcome.

Just ok for me. I thought it was well-written with nice character development, but a little predictable in the plot department, although I was in the minority on predictability. The meeting was more fun for me than the actual book. We got together in a yarn store. There were treats (homemade cupcakes, coffe/tea, and candy) and the experienced knitters taught the newbs some of the basics. I can safely say that I have never felt so incompetent in my life! However, I was determined to leave with some grasp on it and: success! I don't know that I will ever be a devoted knitter, but I will finish what I started (TBD... scarf???). I didn't contribute much to the conversation, but I enjoyed listening while I vigorously attacked that poor yarn. Only one problem: I learned how to cast on and very basic knit... pattern, I guess? ...but how do I cast off?!?

I think any Jane Austen fan would. I would make some different choices, but I so loved following this character through my favorite parts of England that I didn't care that the story was a little obvious. It does have a good message - don't let others dictate your life dreams/goals/direction, make your own future, a woman doesn't need a man to be happy (that is just a possible bonus to happiness), etc.

This was a challenge. It was an uncomfortable read and for that reason I cannot say that I enjoyed it, but I'm not sorry I read it, either. I have no problem with hypothetical violence. Because it is fictional I can hold on to the fact that the incident, whatever it is, never really happened, but this book is the memoir of a rape survivor and she does not pull her punches - nor should she. It is an honest depiction of her experiences before, during, and after a brutal assault and how it affected her and those around her.