Allow a fan-girl a moment to gush. I've only just heard the news!
I've been instantly transported back several years. My friend Shonna paused just long enough to check that I hadn't read Diana Gabaldon's books. Then she went out and bought me the first three.
That was how confident she was that I would love them.
I opened the pages of Outlander and began to read. In truth, the first couple of chapters seemed fairly average. Well written, but not enough to be causing this much of a fuss. Then I read just one line and everything turned on its head.
I was hooked. I couldn't breathe until I'd found out what would happen next. I read that book over my meals, on the toilet, while walking from my car to my place of work, propped up on the windowsill while I brushed my teeth, everywhere.
At one point, my boss at the time came over to my desk and told me that she really had no more work for the next hour or so. She suggested that I read my Diana Gabaldon book. That was the first and last time that ever happened! She knew damn well where my mind was. She'd spoken it with a twinkle in her eye! So I sat at work and read.
Moreover, whenever I wanted a cigarette, I had to go outside. I'd lean against a wall reading, oblivious to anyone who passed by. The receptionist of the building collared me. "Whatever that book is, can I borrow it next?" She asked. "The look on your face tells me that I have to read it."
So she did. She read it while on reception. Everyone who entered the building saw her expression and most of them asked to borrow it next.
Those books spread like a wave throughout the campus. Everywhere you went, all you could hear were discussions about it. The names of Jamie and Claire popped up in the most unexpected corners.
They really are that good.