The post you’ve all been waiting for:
Hello new love of my life. Where has Jamie Fraser been my entire existence?! He’s my dream boyfriend! OH MA GAWD. (And I don’t spell things like that lightly so you know I’m genuinely having a nerdgasm over here.)
I LOVE THESE BOOKS. LOVE LOVE LOVE THEM!
For those of you who haven’t read them, they are about Claire Randall, a nurse from the 1940s that goes on a trip to rekindle her relationship with her husband Frank after World War II where they were separated, like most folks during the war.
Then Claire comes across these singing stones and is transported back in time to when Bonnie Prince Charlie was running around being a wang.
That’s not an accurate historical reference, but if you’ve read these books you’d think he was a wang too. Haha.
Anyway, she meets the hunky Jamie Fraser and thus my life is over and all men are ruined for me forever.
I just want to live in this book forever wrapped in his ginger arms. That made it sound like his arms are made of ginger cloves…are they cloves? Roots?
Whatever, he’s a redhead! I have yet to meet a main character MALE that was a red head and have so many people mooning over him to me!
Love. Just pure, pure, love.
The Deranged Librarian 