Hey guys! I really wanted to have a review on Outlander, and since I (sadly) have yet to read it I got one of my friends to not only review the book but also the tv series (it’s on Starz if you didn’t know, also the new episodes start this Saturday!!!)
- Fe 😉
On the eve of second season (or the second half of the first season) of Outlander I was asked to view the first half of the show and compare it to the book. I was honored to be asked. I’m not sure how I came across this book, but I am elated that I did. A few days after I started reading, I was asked if I was watching Outlander and was informed that it was from a book. Since I had just started the book and had no idea 1.) how long it had been out and 2.) that there was a television series that was being made from it, I was excited to finish the book and to compare it with the series.
I flapped my hand, dismissing the matter of outlawry as a minor consideration, compared to the whole monstrous idea. I had one last try. “Does it bother you that I’m not a virgin?” he hesitated moment before answering. “Well, no,” he said slowly, “so long as it does not bother you that I am.” He grinned at my drop-jawed expression, and back toward the door. “Reckon one of us should know what they’re doing,” he said. The door close softly behind him; clearly the courtship was over.
I enjoyed the first season almost as much as I enjoyed the first book. The show is based on the books (of course) but with some variations. The parts with Frank after Claire goes through the stones are a creation of the series writers and is not in the book. I actually enjoyed the contrast on the story. There were a few things that were also in the book that were not in the series, a few of them (in my opinion) important, so I am interested to see how that will be dealt with on the series.
I had so far avoided looking at him, but now glancing up to find him staring down at me. His face was white and carefully expressionless; he looked as he had when I dressed the wound in his shoulder. I tried to smile at him, but the corners of my mouth wobbled precariously. The pressure of his fingers on mine increased. I had the impression that we were holding each other up; if either of us let go or looked away, we would both fall down. Oddly, the feeling was mildly reassuring. Whatever we were in for, at least there were two of us.
Diana Gabaldon is talented writer and is very good at creating a picture of the characters and the places in your mind, or at least in mine. The backscapes and the imagery in the series are masterful and just add to the images that were conjured in my imagination of the things described in the book. I am happy also to report to all of the lovers of the series that the first season of the show is not even a third of the first book and there are 8 books so far, with no finality at the end of book 8. So in effect this show could go on for a very long time.