The year is 1945. Former fighting sister Claire Randall returns from the war and unites with her husband on her second honeymoon as she walks the stone standing in one of the old circles that stretches to the British Isles. Suddenly she was Sassenach, Scotland, and was advised in the years of our wars and border clans… 1743.
Claire is thrown back at powers she can’t understand and is attacked by a conspiracy of a hideout and a spy that can threaten their lives and break their hearts. Because here, James Fraser, a brave young gravel warrior, shows Claire, the love that tores women between loyalty and desire and two very different men.
In spite of the things I have mentioned though, Outlander is still by far one of the best books I have ever read. I have to give Ms. Gabaldon extra points for all of her attention to details. It is a joy to read such an intelligently-written and meticulously-researched novel that is so rich in detail. It went far beyond my expectations for a debut novel for any author. It even sparked my interest in learning more about the time and place that is depicted in it. Outlander is the type of book that is so engrossing and compelling that it makes one want to read straight through without ever putting it down, though it’s epic length makes that somewhat unfeasible. This was my second reading of the book, and it certainly won’t be my last. It has a earned a permanent place on my keeper shelf along with it’s sequels Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, and A Breath of Snow and Ashes all of which continue Jamie and Claire’s story.