Ok - darn you I was up past midnight reading this! I made it to page 118 and adored every minute of it. This is exactly the type of escapism I was looking for. I actually didn't think the opening was slow, because I was so glad to be in the Scottish Highlands and savoring her descriptions of the land and history and mythology. And I LOVE quiet interpersonal stuff, as in Claire rediscovering her husband - who has dark hair, hazel eyes and an unruly forelock, LOL! I'll post a *sigh worthy* excerpt in a but. The only criticism I have so far, and you all will laugh at me for saying this, but I think the author went a little overboard in the injuries and scars to Jaime. (I know you can't believe your ears! Too many scars for moonette?) But in the first 1/8 of the book he's been shot and had his shoulder dislocated, stabbed, beaten up (all separate incidents), and she vividly described numerous scars over his back from a prior flogging the story of which he told Claire in flangsty detail. I would have stopped at the musket shot and stabbing and saved the flogging info for a bit later and done away with the beating up scene. Sheesh. Poor guy. But of course it's WONDERFULLY flangsty!! Oh man.