I just can’t handle time traveling plot lines. I always think, “Why are you hanging out with some girl when you could be with anyone in time? Why aren’t you taking penicillin back in time or stopping the man who invented pantyhose? Are you really just that selfish that this is the best you can do with your time travel?” At the end of “Lake House” I didn’t understand what was going on. I didn’t even try to understand, because I just didn’t care. Every time travel story is the same: man & woman are stuck at different times but are desperately in love & one or both of them must die. I was expecting to feel the same way about “The Time Traveler’s Wife” by Audrey Niffenegger. However, I was riveted. the plot was different and it was easy to read; it was sweet. It portrayed time travel in a more realistic light, if there is such a thing. It brought up problems with traveling through time that I’ve never thought of. It had graphic language & other stuff so I probably wouldn’t recommend it to my mom, but the story was solid. So now to the list of what I want in a man (non-sucky non season 6-7 Luke), I am adding time traveler. Is that really asking so much?