I’ve finished reading MOBY.
I think that statement needs some space around it because that’s how I’m feeling. Reading Written in My Own Hearts Blood was a singular event around which I created space. Schedules were cleared, family was prepared, writing stopped and reading time was found. My “real” life was placed in a holding pattern while I embarked on a long awaited journey. It was, as expected, a wonderful trip around Diana Gabaldon’s world of adventure/romance/fantasy/medical/historical fiction. You would THINK that I would now feel satisfied after this epic reading experience, but…alas….no. I still want more.
I dread the day she is finished writing the series. (And I know it’s coming Herself said so). I think I will truly feel grief. These characters have become so real to me that I just know I’ll be devastated by their ultimate and unavoidable end. We’ve all read sequels we know were only written because someone was willing to pay money to read them. Diana is too good of a writer to let that happen. She won’t push the story beyond what she knows is the end; she has integrity. So, it just can’t go on forever despite my wishes.
As any of you have read my blog before know, I find a lot to think about and write about Outlander. The series has become my own personal intellectual playground. I delight in studying and analyzing how Ms. Gabaldon weaves and reveals examples of human nature through this tale. I find truths in these pages, truths about relationships, faith, people, and the irony and wonder in living. As all readers do, I bring my own life experiences with me when I read and I’m constantly making connections and finding ways to relate to what’s written. In fact, the series has been woven into the fabric of my own life. It has become a point of reference for me, some how, all things can be explained by an example from Outlander. I’m fighting the urge to laugh at myself because it seems a bit ludicrous to think a book series has become this important to me. But, if I’m honest, and I am, it is that important to me. So, naturally, I don’t want this to end.
I finished reading MOBY.
The experience is too new for me to start picking it apart and I don’t feel emotionally prepared to move on to different reading material. So, what’s a Gabaldon reader to do in the in between?
“…All the interim is like a phantasm, a hideous dream…”, Shakespeare,Julius Caesar.
Wait….the TV series! (like I forgot) It’s not a new book, but ….it’s Outlander! Jamie! Claire! Black Jack! And they are less than two months away! Like most of the series’ fandom, I’m all on board for this adaptation. Ron Moore, actors and staff seem to be all about honoring my beloved book and I’m really looking forward to Aug. 9th. But, I wonder how I’ll react to actually seeing something I feel so attached to come to life? I think I’ll be thrilled, but there is part of me that is afraid it will some how lessen my experience with the book. I have my own versions of Jamie, Claire and Back Jack and I just know that once I see Sam, Cait, and Tobias in these roles they will be forever assimilated with my mind’s image of these characters. How could they not? Hmmmm,…not sure how I feel about that. But, If I’m honest, and once again, I am, I think I’m going to love it. What’s the worst that can happen? I get disappointed and have to go back to reading? I’m thinking it might be worth the risk to see and hear my story. Definitely.
I finished reading MOBY and Starz Outlander is Aug. 9th.
Still too much space.