And so season 3 of Outlander goes out with a bang—if you’re me. Or a whimper, if you’re nearly everyone else. I actually understand the criticisms and agree with some of them. The episode was disjointed; there wasn’t a clear narrative; the writers tried to check beloved book scenes off their list; the token sex scene wasn’t that great. (But then, ever since the reunion episode, Claire and Jamie sex has either bothered me or bored me.) Yet, at the end, I felt satisfied. Even a bit energized to possibly read the next book in the series, The Drums of Autumn. Thankfully, that urge has passed.
Much like the episode, this week’s seven thoughts are disjointed, and in most cases, have nothing at all to do with the story. And here they are:
Stream of Conscience 