It's said that women and men are from two different planets when it comes to communication, but how can they overcome the obstacles of prehistoric times when one of them simply doesn’t have the ability to comprehend language?
Ehd’s a caveman living on his own in a harsh wilderness. He’s strong and intelligent, but completely alone. When he finds a beautiful young woman in his pit trap, it’s obvious to him that she is meant to be his mate. He doesn’t know where she came from; she’s wearing some pretty odd clothing, and she makes a lot of noises with her mouth that give him a headache. Still, he’s determined to fulfill his purpose in life – provide for her, protect her, and put a baby in her.
Elizabeth doesn’t know where she is or exactly how she got there. She’s confused and distressed by her predicament, and there’s a caveman hauling her back to his cavehome. She’s not at all interested in Ehd’s primitive advances, and she just can’t seem to get him to listen. No matter what she tries, getting her point across to this primitive, but beautiful, man is a constant – and often hilarious – struggle.
With only each other for company, they must rely on one another to fight the dangers of the wild and prepare for the winter months. As they struggle to coexist, theirs becomes a love story that transcends language and time.
This hasn’t happened for a while – in fact not since I read
Broken Wing, but I can’t move on from this darn book. I’ve tried but it’s just not working. It’s got stuck inside me like an ear worm
song and I find myself thinking about it at most unusual times. So I’ve had no choice but to answer the book
siren call.
I tried moving onto another book after this but it didn’t
work, I couldn’t forget Ehd, Beh and Transcendence so there was no other option
but to reread it again. When I finished
it this time, I was at work and again got all choked up. It was my break and there were people around
so I couldn’t let the tears flow.
Having read it a second time I tried to move on to another
book but once again found that any book I tried paled in comparison. I even tried rereading another book I’ve love
just to kick start me on but again it didn’t work and I had no choice but to
give into it and read it a third time in a row.
This time I was doing the cottage thing, having a wonderful time when I
came to the end. And for the third time
got all choked up. But again I couldn’t give in to the tears that wanted to
flow. How would I explain to 4 other
women, 2 teenage boys and 3 dogs that I was crying over a romance about a cave
man and a woman who came from the future.
One that I had just finished reading twice before – in a week! In a week filled with frivolity, that would
have been just too weird.
Am I the only one that has this kind of reaction to a book? It's more than a desire to read it again. It's a NEED! I read Broken Wing FIVE times before I could move on. I wonder how many times with this book.........
2 comments:
First off, I think you should let yourself cry already--it *is* okay to do so when we need to, woman! *hug*
Second...wow. Five times for Broken Wing? That book is like five hundred pages or so, isn't it?
Wow.
Third: may I suggest watching North and South a couple of times..?
Great reaading your blog
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