It’s that time, folks: Heather and I have come to the end of our Outlander journey, and as you can see, our reactions are all over the place. Opening Written in My Own Heart’s Blood for the first time, I was giddy, heart-broken, breathless with anticipation, and oh so sad that this was the last Outlander novel currently in print. In short, I was a mess.
This series is real for me, y’all. It tugs at my heart in a way that few other written sagas have ever done, and I feel so lucky for having read it over the past year with the best book sister a gal could ever have.
As always, SPOILERS ABOUND after the jump, so proceed at your own risk!
A note on this post: We’re structuring this review a little differently than past posts. There is just so much story that we thought we’d take a few quotes that illustrate some of the major plot-points and themes in MOBY. We hope you enjoy these little bits of Outlander goodness!
We thought you were dead, you bloody arsehole!…Both of us! Dead! And we–we–took too much to drink one night–very much too much…We spoke of you…and…Damn you, neither one of us was making love to the other–we were both fucking you!
–Lord John Grey to Jamie, pg. 12-13