Last year when I was reading The Time Traveler’s Wife for Book Club and Knit the Classics, I read a rather agitated post by someone who felt we should all read Gabaldon’s Outlander first, because she had “done it first.”

I took this to mean that The Time Traveler’s Wife was a takeoff on Outlander in some way. Having read a few chapters, I can assure you that this is not the case. There is no more reason to be agitated on behalf of Gabaldon than on behalf of Mark Twain, H.G. Wells, Michael Crichton, Connie Willis, or anyone else who has ever incorporated time travel into his or her books.

Maybe the agitated one meant that Gabaldon had kicked off the fashion for time travel romances. There was a spell when half the romance novels in the Advance notices were time travel stories. Then vampire romances came into fashion. It looks as thought the next big thing will be stories including mythological figures. Aphrodite taking a hand in the romance.  That sort of thing. Will we all get agitated on behalf of Thornton Wilder or Peter David? I think not.