We’ve all got at least one. That perfect guy or gal that is complete fiction. Dreamed up in the mind of some talented author. This perfect person embodies everything you desire in another person. They can do no wrong. Their actions, no matter how crazy or over the top, are always justified. And who are you kidding, if this person were real, you’d probably be arrested for stalking and have a restraining order taken out against you. But do you ever fear of falling out of love with your book boyfriend or girlfriend?
Confession time, fans, I think I’m falling out of love with my book boyfriend, James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser. *hangs head shame* I’m not sure what’s happening. I’ve been in love with Jamie since he so brilliantly rescued Claire by marrying her in Outlander and saying these words.
‘Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone.
I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.
I give ye my Spirit, ’til our Life shall be Done.’
Swoon worthy, right? The perfect wedding vows. And I’ve followed Jamie (and Claire) from Scotland to France to Jamaica to North Carolina to Pennsylvania and back to North Carolina. In most cases, it has been a crazy, beautiful adventure, but now more than Jamie and Claire are going on these adventures. I don’t mind tag-a-longs. Families grow and change, but I want Jamie and Claire all to myself. I don’t want to have share page space with Ian and Rachel, William and Lord John, Brie and Roger. And therein lies my problem with book 8 in the Outlander series, Written in My Heart’s Own Blood. Too many other people!
Over the course of 800 to 1000 pages (depending on your version of the book), I was drug all over the place spending little precious time with Jamie (and Claire). It takes years for Gabaldon to write one of these books and when it is, I want all the time I can with Jamie (and Claire). As I finished book 8, I realized that I got so little of Jamie that I think I’m starting to forget why I love him so much. When he does appear, he does the typical Jamie things–grunting, fighting and ordering people about. Because so many of the other pages are devoted to other characters, he doesn’t say or do anything new. Perhaps, because he is in the story so little, he doesn’t have a lot of time to do lots of heroic things, say lots of amazingly romantic things or be confused while trying to understand something modern Claire is trying to explain.
So is it time for me to find a new book boyfriend? Oh, I’m not quite ready to jump ship yet. There’s still the Starz series coming back in April to remind me why I love Jamie. I can always re-read (or listen to) the books as well. Even if I do fall completely out of love with Jamie; he’ll always be my first book love. And if pop culture has anything to say about it, we always remember our first loves fondly.
How about you? Who is your book boyfriend or girlfriend? Have you ever fallen out of love with them? How did you rekindle the romance?