Outlander, by Diana Gabaldon


Scottish Highlands, 1945. Claire Randall, a former British combat nurse, is just back from the war and reunited with her husband on a second honeymoon when she walks through a standing stone in one of the ancient circles that dot the British Isles. Suddenly she is a Sassenach—an “outlander”—in a Scotland torn by war and raiding clans in the year of Our Lord . . . 1743.

Claire is catapulted into the intrigues of a world that threatens her life, and may shatter her heart. Marooned amid danger, passion, and violence, Claire learns her only chance of safety lies in Jamie Fraser, a gallant young Scots warrior. What begins in compulsion becomes urgent need, and Claire finds herself torn between two very different men, in two irreconcilable lives. (from Goodreads)

I knew beforehand that I’d like the book, because I liked the series. It was very pleasant to see that it was very well adapted! Although, after all this time (I’ve haven’t watched the first season since it aired) I might have forgotten all the minutiae of the adaptation, I could remember very well a lot of scenes as I revived them through the book. The downside of this is that there were no surprises at all, since I already knew every single plotwist and revelation.

I really liked the book, and I totally recommend it. Although I think I enjoyed the series more (probably just because it was my first approach to the story. I’m sure that Sam Heughan has nothing to do with it)