I originally wrote the following blog post back in October of 2010, but in honor of the exciting news I thought I’d re-post it. (See? It’s kind of like we’re traveling back in time!)
What exciting news?
The OMG worthy news that Sony Pictures has optioned Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander and Ron Moore is going to adapt it for a series. This could either be amazing, or disastrous.
Diana has only optioned her books four times in twenty years. She wants to make sure the other party has the ability to do her story justice. I am crossing all my fingers and all my toes that this will be the time that Outlander finally makes it to the screen, and that the screen version is as wonderful as we all want it to be.
I thought I was being clever with that title. You know, like Taxi Cab Confessions, only for books, and without the sex. No, wait, there’s still sex, but it’s generally not dirty, drunk, skank sex.
Ok, hold on a minute, people. No, I’m not talking about having sex in a library. I’m not opposed to library sex, but I have never partaken.
This is a post about one of my favorite things: Reading! Specifically, reading books by Diana Gabaldon.
I fell in love with DG at the tender age of 17. I was living with my boyfriend at the time. (I’ll pause a moment for those of you that know me to think, “Holy crap! Kristy was living with her boyfriend when she was 17 years old!”) It’s a long, convoluted story, and we need not go into it just now. Where was I? Ah, yes, living in sin with a boy at 17.
I remember very clearly the details of how I happened upon DG. It was around midnight, and I was sitting in a hot bath, totally bummed out that I was fresh out of trashy romance novels to read. I whined and pleaded with my boyfriend to please go to the store and get me a book. He agreed, because he was a very nice, sweet boyfriend, and also because he was a 17 year old boy, and 17 year old boys will do just about anything for 17 year old girls that are pouting in a bathtub.
He knew what I liked in a romance novel; It absolutely had to be historical – (no exceptions!) and minus points if it featured Fabio in a state of undress on the cover.
He returned with this:
I don’t judge a book by it’s cover (Fabio flashings aside) but I do tend to judge the story by the description on the back. *cough* I’ll let you just read it for yourself:
Yeah. This copy editor? I hope they’ve found fulfilling work in another field, because this sounded like the lamest book ever. Time travel? I stared up at my boyfriend in confusion. He liked sci-fi stuff, so maybe he got this book for himself, and was just teasing me. “Are you kidding me?” I asked.
“No, what? It sounds good!”
I gave a beleaguered sigh and rolled my eyes (why the hell did he put up with me? Oh yeah, 17 year old boy.) “I guess this will do…”
I’m the type of person that can’t not finish a book. This particular book was 850 pages long. DG started losing me around page 48, but then! Something magical happened! I got completely sucked in by the time travel thing.
I became so enamored with this story, I couldn’t put it down. Every night as we drifted off to sleep in our shared bed of 17 year old sin, I would tell my boyfriend what had happened in the chapters since the night before. He became just as sucked in to the story as I was. When we finished the first book, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on the second and third. Then I ran out of books, and had to wait agonizing years for each additional book to come out. (She’s currently up to 7)
That was 15 years ago. I have spent almost half my life in love with these characters, and this woman who brought them into being. I will go so far as to say that this series is the best love story ever told. Certainly, it’s the best love story I’ve ever read – and I’ve read a LOT of love stories. This story is no mere romance novel. Romance novels have a formula. They go by a particular equation: Girl meets boy. Boy and girl are attracted to each other. Boy and girl meet conflict. Boy and girl resolve conflict. Boy and girl live happily ever after. (And of course, throw in some sex here and there.)
Romance novels are about courtship. The chase. This series isn’t so much about a courtship as it is about a marriage. So while it didn’t have me at “Hello”, it most definitely had me by page 49, and I have never stopped loving it since.
If you’re looking for an amazing story of adventure, intrigue and love, written by a smart (PhD ya’ll!) witty woman that knows the secret to a true villain is to show his vulnerable, human side, then you’ll not find a better book than Outlander.
(Suddenly this is a fourth grade book report? Sorry. I can’t help myself! I defy you to read this series and feel differently!)
Now that you know about my obsession with all things Diana Gabaldon, let me show you something cool:
She tweets as Writer_DG. That’s HER you guys!! Diana Gabaldon, Herself, composed a tweet of 50 characters to me. Sure, she doesn’t have the slightest inkling of who I am, or how much I admire her work, but her brain took the time to think out 11 words in my honor. THAT is why I love twitter! It puts you just one @ sign away from your greatest heroines!
Well, I’m off to read a graphic novel. What?! Kristy is reading a comic book?! Not just any graphic novel, mind you. This graphic novel:
And you can bet if she came out with a video game, I’d play that too.