I had seen this book all over Instagram, and the way people spoke about it—I just knew I had to get my hands on it. It took me over a year, but I finally finished it. And now that I have, I’m left with a whirlwind of emotions I didn’t expect. At its core, this is a story about a man who can time travel. At first, it feels magical—tempting, even. Who hasn’t wished they could go back, relive a moment, fix something, or hold on just a little longer? I’ve wished for that too. But maybe there’s a reason time travel is still only a theory—maybe we’re not meant to have that kind of power. The protagonist’s journey begins at a museum, where he meets someone claiming to be his future self. From that moment, the story unfolds in fragments—two versions of him sometimes existing in the same room, crossing paths, crossing timelines. It’s confusing, it’s fascinating, it’s unlike anything I’ve read before. But what hit me the hardest wasn’t just the science or the thrill—it was the love story at the center of it all. The woman he keeps returning to—she waits for him her entire life. He visits her when she’s still young, and they share moments that, to him, are fleeting, but to her, mean everything. On her 18th birthday, she lets him go, only to meet him again in the future—a future where he doesn’t yet know her. That broke me a little. She carries so much pain, quietly. Always waiting. Always holding back. Everyone warned her before the marriage, but she still chose love, knowing what it would cost her. They had a daughter together, but he couldn’t stay long enough to watch her grow. And the daughter—she, too, could time travel. They meet briefly in the future, just long enough to remind us how fragile time really is. The ending crushed me. He wanted to live. He truly did. But time wasn’t on his side. And once again, it was her who had to bear the weight of loss. Again, she waited. Again, she suffered. This book was chaos—but the kind that slowly makes sense as you move forward. It pulled me in and didn’t let go. It’s messy, tragic, beautiful—and it stays with you long after the last page.

shit. read 137 pages. did not finish it. here the reasons: 1) the two narrator structure did not work for me. While I felt I understood Clare as a person and her motivations when I read from her perspective, when we were in Henry's head and she and her actions were being discussed, she made no sense to me. This also occurred vice versa about Henry. Not only do I not get why they are infatuated with each other (from each others perspectives, the other seems so boring) but I also hated the all caps CLARE or HENRY marking the perspectives. Must have been a nicer way to format. Also hate that we get more of Henry's perspective. 2) romance is weirder than twilight or doctor who. Like he loves her as his wife from the first time he meets her at 6. They don't do anything nasty (except kiss too often for my liking) before literally her 18th bday. There is this scene when she is 13(!!!!) and he's 30 something and he notices her growth spurts and sees his wife's body and cannot separate it. what what what It doesn't matter to me that she later becomes his wife. Surely he can just be pleased by the fact that he meets her as a young woman. Why is he already kissing her and looking at her that way? Can't he just enjoy her genuine youth??? This leads to: 3) Henry moulds and influences her. They literally have conversations about this. She doesn't like it but submits. I did not like this aspect because it made the age difference patronising. Also very weird. BONUS: 4) Clare's friends are annoying 5) the whole jock tied to a tree thing...so so so unrealistic...even more than the time travel. Also kinda feel like this abuse was used to prove and she is meant for Henry and only him and that no one else is worthy of her and she doesn't deserve kindness from other men. I don't know if this changes later and she gets boyfriends.... 5) Henry is so fucking conceited 6) Clare is two dimensional Don't read it kids

Vor zwei Tagen habe ich das Buch "Die Frau des Zeitreisenden" beendet. Und das Buch hat mich einfach nur begeistert, weshalb ich meine erste Rezi hier auf goodreads.com allzu gerne über genau dieses Buch schreiben möchte, da es mir wirklich unglaublich am Herzen liegt. In dem Buch geht es um die Liebes- bzw. auch Lebensgeschichte von Clare und Henry. Henry ist eigentlich nur 8 Jahre älter als Clare. Da er jedoch an einem Gendefekt leidet, der ihn zu unkontrollierten Zeitreisen zwingt, lernen sich die beiden kennen als Clare gerade 6 Jahre alt ist, Henry jedoch schon 42 und bereits mit Clare verheiratet. Das ganze Buch über wird ihr gemeinsames Leben beschrieben. Was vom ersten Augenblick an klar wird, ist, dass sich Henry und Clare über alles lieben. Weder der anfängliche Altersunterschied, noch Henrys Gendefekt scheint dabei zu stören. Im Laufe das Buches steht das Paar jedoch vor einigen Herausforderungen, die teilweise zum Leben einfach dazu gehören (wie der Tod), teilweise aber auch auf Henrys Genfehler zurückzuführen sind. Mir waren die beiden Hauptcharaktere Clare und Henry das ganze Buch über sehr sympathisch. Besonders Henry erscheint mir trotz seines doch sehr unrealistischen Problems sehr real und nahbar. Er erfüllt nicht die Klischees eines perfekten Romantikers, was ich sehr genossen habe. So hat er durch aus Charakterfehler und erscheint als ein echter Draufgänger. Am Anfang hatte ich echte Probleme die Logik zwischen den Zeitsprüngen zu verstehen und wollte das Buch doch tatsächlich wieder weglegen. Jetzt bin ich umso froher, es nicht getan zu haben, da ich sie dann doch durchschaut habe. Da ja Henry immer in seinem gegenwärtigen Alter durch die Zeit reist, befürchtete ich zu Beginn des Buches, dass das Ganze durch den großen Altersunterschied in Clares Kindheit einen pädophilen Charakter bekommt. Auch diese Befürchtung war komplett unbegründet, da die Autorin in keinster weise einen solchen Eindruck entstehen ließ. Irgendwie hat mich das Buch an "Wie ein einziger Tag" oder "Zwei an einem Tag erinnert". Das Buch ist einfach nur toll und hat mich total begeistert. Besonders nach den letzten Seiten war ich absolut vom Hocker und hätte noch Stunden weitergelesen. Auch die Prise Tragik fehlt zum Schluss nicht, sodass man sich doch die Tränchen verkneifen muss, was man bei solchen Büchern ja auch irgendwie erwartet. Die tiefe, ehrliche und sehnsuchtsvolle Liebe der Hauptcharaktere ging mir direkt ins Herz. Wer also den Glauben an die Liebe sucht oder an ihm festhalten will sollte dieses Buch absolut lesen!