I love Mitch Albom, but apparently I love him best as a sports and non-fiction writer.
I went to the University of Michigan during the Fab 5 era, and when Albom’s book, The Fab 5 came out, I read the entire thing within 24 hours. I loved reading his columns in the Detroit Free Press.
A few years ago, I was touched by his non-fiction book, Tuesdays with Morrie, about time he spent with his mentor as his mentor was dying of Lou Gherig’s disease, ALS.
So when I say I wanted to like The Time Keeper, I really mean that.
But I didn’t care for it much, honestly.
The story seemed so simple. Father Time spends thousands of years learning the power of time and in the end must step in to help both a teenage girl and an old man who is dying of cancer.
I was hoping, as I was reading the book, that I would feel good and feel better about time passing in my own life. I wanted to get a feel good message that everything happens for a reason, and I wanted the reinforcing message that you should take advantage of every minute because time will pass no matter what you are doing.
Instead, the overreaching message seemed to be that there is only value in something that is limited. If we are given endless time, we don’t value it. Life is precious because we know we only have limited time.
In the end, the book just went too far sci-fi for me and the story lost all credibility.
This was a short read, and I finished in two days. While I wanted to really like this book, it just didn’t happen.
On the Mom’s Plans scale, I give this book 3 stars out of 5. ***