I was having this discussion with DH, because I kept reading and snorting and he couldn't understand how I could be so engrossed in something I don't actually like.
I think Outlander contains the seeds of a perfect story, a perfect romance, perfect characters (from a fictional point of view I mean) - but the execution is really uneven. It could be a genre problem I think - the fact that DG obviously wrote with a bodice ripper readership in mind, but that her own interest lies more in the historical accuracy of the whole thing... So often it feels her prose is best when she describes scenery and nature (yawn) or bodily functions, or when she truly allows herself to get lost in her characters. But it's almost as if she has a fear of void and just needs to keep layering on more and more plot, more and more misfortune, more and more character quirks, because she's not quite sure why her readers are readin her.
Really I wish someone had shown her what outlander could look like if you throw some serious editing at it and treat it as a classy, intelligent story with at its heart the incredible appeal of a preternatural love story (which is exactly what Ron Moore has done, in choosing to oit this as a classy product rather than a chick flick).
So I love the story but don't love the books. I find my imagination going wild with alternative scenarios (I have one running through my head at present where Claire didn't leave, stayed behind and held forth at lallybroch, continuing to fight and advocate for Jamie throughout her life and grew tougher and meaner but so much more of a match for Jamie... )
I'm mad, aren't i