A Love Story

I’ve watched the movie so many times I’ve lost count. It’s one of my favorites. The first time I seen it in the theater, I was a sobbing snotty pitiful mess. Racking full body sobs. Use your shirt sleeves river of snot.

Even so, after all this time, I never picked up the book. Until now.

The Notebook.

By Nicholas Sparks.

I just finished it.

The book was ok. I didn’t even cry. My eyes might have teared up slightly at one point but nothing major. I found the book to be overly sappy. Which is strange since I’m a hopeless romantic and usually fall for all that stuff.

Nonetheless, the book still had some moments. I think if maybe I wasn’t such a fan of the movie and Ryan Gosling, I would have liked the book more.

Indulge me if you will with my favorite lines from the book:

“America was in full swing now, all the papers said so, and people were rushing forward, leaving behind the horrors of war. She understood the reasons, but they were rushing, like Lon, toward long hours and profits, neglecting the things that brought beauty to the world.”

“And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding the beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.”

“There could never have been another”