Outlander (20th Anniversary Edition)

Hardcover | July 5, 2011

byDiana Gabaldon

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Twenty years ago, the journey began: Diana Gabaldon swept readers into her mesmerizing world brimming with history, romance, and adventure. To celebrate the series that has captured the hearts of millions, Doubleday Canada will be publishing a special anniversary edition for core Gabaldon fans and new readers alike.

Unrivaled storytelling, unforgettable characters, and rich historical detail are the hallmarks of Diana Gabaldon's novels. Here is the story that started it all, introducing two remarkable characters: Claire Randall and Jamie Fraser. A spellbinding novel of passion and history, that combines exhilarating adventure with a love story for the ages, The Outlander takes readers on an unforgettable journey.

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Twenty years ago, the journey began: Diana Gabaldon swept readers into her mesmerizing world brimming with history, romance, and adventure. To celebrate the series that has captured the hearts of millions, Doubleday Canada will be publishing a special anniversary edition for core Gabaldon fans and new readers alike.Unrivaled storytelli...

Diana Gabaldon is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the wildly popular Outlander novels, as well as the related Lord John Grey books, one work of nonfiction, and the Outlander graphic novel The Exile. She lives in Scottsdale, Arizona.

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Format:HardcoverDimensions:688 pages, 9.55 × 6.49 × 1.92 inPublished:July 5, 2011Publisher:Doubleday CanadaLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0385671083

ISBN - 13:9780385671088

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from You'll fall in love with Jamie and Claire I've read the whole series, but the first book is still the best.
Date published: 2015-11-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Brilliant. A truly amazing novel. One of the best I have ever read! Filled with action, history, romance, and humour. I love this series so much it's insane!
Date published: 2015-07-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Refreshing Historical Romance written Brilliantly Love, love this book! Time travel, in love with two very different men during two very different time periods, burning at the stake, prison, and the highlands. This book is so well written. The author obviously did her research. It did take a few chapters before I was hooked. But once I got through the beginning, I could not put this book down. I am currently reading the second book, Dragonfly in Amber, and loving it too. I am so happy this is a series so that I can keep reading.
Date published: 2013-11-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Outlander 20th Anniversary Edition I LOVE THIS NOVEL!!!!!!! Outlander is my favorite book ever!!!! I already own the blue cover copy and as soon as I get the chance I am going to get this copy as well. I love Jamie! The story between Jamie and Claire is incredible! I love it!!!!
Date published: 2011-07-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Spectacular! A copy was provided by the publisher prior to the release date for review purposes. What was I thinking? Really what WAS I thinking all these years? Why has it taken me so long just to pick up this book?! The 20th anniversary edition of Outlander is gorgeous. Upon it's arrival I was mesmerized by it's blood red and summer gold cover. Not to mention the detail on it is phenomenal. Additionally, the 20th anniversary edition comes equipped with a new map, a new essay, an attached ribbon bookmark, and a bonus CD featuring 4 songs from the musical. The bonus CD was absolutely incredible. I began listening to it before reading the novel, during, and after. I'm in love and the idea was great to include it. It added quite a bit of excitement to the experience and I can't help the overwhelming feeling to hug every single person who was featured on the CD. Their voices were exactly what I imagined from the characters. Details about the CD: Track 1: I am ready - Jamie Fraser (Allan Scott-Douglas) --My favorite of the four tracks. Track 2: Is tu fuil 'o mo chuislean - Gaelic chorus, Jamie, Claire (Cait & Annie Lennox/ Allan Scott-Douglas/Sue Roberston) Track 3: Why did I marry a Fraser - Jamie, Clare, Jenny & Ian Murray (Allan Scott-Douglas, Sue Robertson/ Michelle Bruce/ Kevin Walsh) Track 4: Claire's message - Claire & Dougal MacKenzie (Sue Robertson/Kevin Walsh) Now onto Outlander. Nothing I say will ever properly express how much I loved Outlander. The story was amazing. Time travel, adventures in the Highlands, fighting, blood and who could forget about the romance? Diana's characters were wonderfully described, detailed and realistic. I couldn't help feeling that I knew them on a personal level when reaching the end of the novel. There is no doubt that Diana Gabaldon is a very witty writer, her humor shining through when her characters interacted with each other. I was also happy to see that the story line was very unpredictable. "What's going to happen to Jamie and Claire in the next chapter?" Who knows?! Very exciting indeed. Though Outlander is a hefty 600 pages, and took me quite a few days to finish, I couldn't help by moan in sadness that it had ended. There is no doubt in my mind that Outlander has turned me into a fan and I will definitely me reading further into Diana's Outlander series.
Date published: 2011-06-29

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Jamie made a fire in a sheltered spot, and sat down next to it. The rain had eased to a faint drizzle that misted the air and spangled my eyelashes with rainbows when I looked at the flames.He sat staring into the fire for a long time. Finally he looked up at me, hands clasped around his knees."I said before that I'd not ask ye things ye had no wish to tell me. And I'd not ask ye now; but I must know, for your safety as well as mine." He paused, hesitating."Claire, if you've never been honest wi' me, be so now, for I must know the truth. Claire, are ye a witch?" I gaped at him. "A witch? You — you can really ask that?" I thought he must be joking. He wasn't.He took me by the shoulders and gripped me hard, staring into my eyes as though willing me to answer him."I must ask it, Claire! And you must tell me!" "And if I were?" I asked through dry lips. "If you had thought I were a witch? Would you still have fought for me?" "I would have gone to the stake with you!" he said violently. "And to hell beyond, if I must. But may the Lord Jesus have mercy on my soul and on yours, tell me the truth!" The strain of it all caught up with me. I tore myself out of his grasp and ran across the clearing. Not far, only to the edge of the trees; I could not bear the exposure of the open space. I clutched a tree; put my arms around it and dug my fingers hard into the bark, pressed my face to it and shrieked with hysterical laughter.Jamie's face, white and shocked, loomed up on the other side of the tree. With the dim realization that what I was doing must sound unnervingly like cackling, I made a terrific effort and stopped. Panting, I stared at him for a moment."Yes," I said, backing away, still heaving with gasps of unhinged laughter. "Yes, I am a witch! To you, I must be. I've never had smallpox, but I can walk through a room full of dying men and never catch it. I can nurse the sick and breathe their air and touch their bodies, and the sickness can't touch me. I can't catch cholera, either, or lockjaw, or the morbid sore throat. And you must think it's an enchantment, because you've never heard of vaccine, and there's no other way you can explain it." "The things I know — " I stopped backing away and stood still, breathing heavily, trying to control myself. "I know about Jonathan Randall because I was told about him. I know when he was born and when he'll die, I know about what he's done and what he'll do, I know about Sandringham because ... because Frank told me. He knew about Randall because he ... he ... oh, God!" I felt as though I might be sick, and closed my eyes to shut out the spinning stars overhead."And Colum ... he thinks I'm a witch, because I know Hamish isn't his own son. I know ... he can't sire children. But he thought I knew who Hamish's father is ... I thought maybe it was you, but then I knew it couldn't be, and..." I was talking faster and faster, trying to keep the vertigo at bay with the sound of my own voice."Everything I've ever told you about myself was true," I said, nodding madly as though to reassure myself. "Everything. I haven't any people, I haven't any history, because I haven't happened yet."Do you know when I was born?" I asked, looking up. I knew my hair was wild and my eyes staring, and I didn't care. "On the twentieth of October, in the Year of Our Lord nineteen hundred and eighteen. Do you hear me?" I demanded, for he was blinking at me unmoving, as though paying no attention to a word I said. "I said nineteen eighteen! Nearly two hundred years from now! Do you hear?" I was shouting now, and he nodded slowly."I hear," he said softly."Yes, you hear!" I blazed. "And you think I'm raving mad. Don't you? Admit it! That's what you think. You have to think so, there isn't any other way you can explain me to yourself. You can't believe me, you can't dare to. Oh, Jamie..." I felt my face start to crumple. All this time spent hiding the truth, realizing that I could never tell anyone, and now I realized that I could tell Jamie, my beloved husband, the man I trusted beyond all others, and he wouldn't — he couldn't believe me either."It was the rocks — the fairy hill. The standing stones. Merlin's stones. That's where I came through." I was gasping, half-sobbing, becoming less coherent by the second. "Once upon a time, but it's really two hundred years. It's always two hundred years, in the stories. ... But in the stories, the people always get back. I couldn't get back." I turned away, staggering, grasping for support. I sank down on a rock, shoulders slumped, and put my head in my hands. There was a long silence in the wood. It went on long enough for the small night birds to recover their courage and start their noises once again, calling to each other with a thin, high zeek! as they hawked for the last insects of the summer.I looked up at last, thinking that perhaps he had simply risen and left me, overcome by my revelations. He was still there, though, still sitting, hands braced on his knees, head bowed as though in thought.The hairs on his arms shone stiff as copper wires in the firelight, though, and I realized that they stood erect, like the bristles on a dog. He was afraid of me."Jamie," I said, feeling my heart break with absolute loneliness. "Oh, Jamie." I sat down and curled myself into a ball, trying to roll myself around the core of my pain. Nothing mattered any longer, and I sobbed my heart out.His hands on my shoulders raised me, enough to see his face. Through the haze of tears, I saw the look he wore in battle, of struggle that had passed the point of strain and become calm certainty."I believe you," he said firmly. "I dinna understand it a bit — not yet — but I believe you. Claire, I believe you! Listen to me! There's the truth between us, you and I, and whatever ye tell me, I shall believe it." He gave me a gentle shake."It doesna matter what it is. You've told me. That's enough for now. Be still, mo duinne. Lay your head and rest. You'll tell me the rest of it later. And I'll believe you." I was still sobbing, unable to grasp what he was telling me. I struggled, trying to pull away, but he gathered me up and held me tightly against himself, pushing my head into the folds of his plaid, and repeating over and over again, "I believe you." At last, from sheer exhaustion, I grew calm enough to look up and say, "But you can't believe me." He smiled down at me. His mouth trembled slightly, but he smiled."Ye'll no tell me what I canna do, Sassenach." He paused a moment. ... A long time later, he spoke."All right. Tell me now." I told him. Told him everything, haltingly but coherently. I felt numb from exhaustion, but content, like a rabbit that has outrun a fox, and found temporary shelter under a log. It isn't sanctuary, but at least it is respite. And I told him about Frank."Frank," he said softly. "Then he isna dead, after all." "He isn't born." I felt another small wave of hysteria break against my ribs, but managed to keep myself under control. "Neither am I." He stroked and patted me back into silence, making his small murmuring Gaelic sounds."When I took ye from Randall at Fort William," he said suddenly, "you were trying to get back. Back to the stones. And ... Frank. That's why ye left the grove." "Yes." "And I beat you for it." His voice was soft with regret."You couldn't know. I couldn't tell you." I was beginning to feel very drowsy indeed."No, I dinna suppose ye could." He pulled the plaid closer around me, tucking it gently around my shoulders. "Do ye sleep now, mo duinne. No one shall harm ye; I'm here." I burrowed into the warm curve of his shoulder, letting my tired mind fall through the layers of oblivion. I forced myself to the surface long enough to ask, "Do you really believe me, Jamie?" He sighed, and smiled ruefully down at me."Aye, I believe ye, Sassenach. But it would ha' been a good deal easier if you'd only been a witch."From the Trade Paperback edition.

Editorial Reviews

"A massive, long-lasting source of entertainment." The Gazette

"Triumphant...Her use of historical detail and a truly adult love story confirm Gabaldon as a superior writer." Publishers Weekly

"Action-packed escapism." Toronto Star