The month of July is ending with a rain and it sets me in the mood to spend the weekend with the aroma of brewed coffee and the smell of a good book to read. So I decided to finally grabbed myself a copy of Nicholas Sparks’ Safe Haven (Thank you, Lord, for payday!), and delve once more to life and relationships that transpire in small-town living. The dark circles around my eyes are obvious indications that this book has kept me up all night. Why, I couldn’t stop myself from flipping the pages. And while I got so used to Sparks’ usual style (you know, the somebody-ends up-in-North Carolina-and-falls-in-love pattern), in this one, he was able to present something new, or something I didn’t foresee right away, at least, not until it got noticeable in the end.
What I like about Sparks and his novels? Two things. One, it fortifies my certainty of wanting a simple life. That if I were to choose, I’d pick country living over city life, where I can have the joy of waking up to the sun rays passing through my window instead of towering walls. And two, he doesn’t rid of the fact that life can sometimes be rude, yet he always makes his characters be able to find the right reason to live the rest of their lives despite whatever they have gone through. That someway, somehow, everything is possible when Love exists.
Considering the smile that was formed when I put down the book, this undeniably adds to my list of favorites. It’s an experience that I’m willing to go through again after a couple of months or so, perhaps.
It goes without saying that it’s a happy weekend! ^.^
Hope the movie comes out as beautiful as the book. Here are some excerpts which I happened to like.
“Sitting between his kids, she noticed Alex struggling with his crumbling s’more, making a mess, and when he used his fingers to wipe his mouth, it made matters only worse. The kids found it hilarious, and Katie couldn’t help giggling as well, and she felt a sudden, unexpected surge of hope. Despite the tragedy they’d all gone through, this was what a loving family looked like; this, she thought, is what a loving family did when they were together. For them, it was nothing but an ordinary day on an ordinary weekend, but for her, there was something revelatory about the notion that wonderful moments like these existed. And that maybe, just maybe, it would be possible for her to experience similar days in the future.”
“He wondered not only about her past, but about all the other things he still didn’t know about her. He tried to imagine what kind of music she liked, or what she thought about first thing in the morning, or whether or not she’d ever attended a baseball game. He wondered whether she slept on her back or on her side and, if given the choice, whether she preferred a shower to a bath. The more he wondered, the more curious he became.
He wished she would trust him with the details of her past, not because he was under the illusion that he could somehow rescue her or felt that she even needed to be rescued, but because giving voice to the truth of her past meant opening the door to the future. It meant they would be able to have a real conversation.”
Alex: “You never answered my question about what you want to do with your life.”
Katie: Maybe my dreams aren’t that complicated. Maybe I think that a job is just a job.”
Alex: What does that mean?”
Katie: Maybe I don’t want to be defined by what I do. Maybe I’d like to be defined by what I am.”
Alex: “Okay, then who do you want to be?”
Katie: “Do you really want to know?”
Alex: “I wouldn’t have asked you otherwise.”
Katie: (She stopped and met his gaze.) “I’d like to be a wife and mother.”
Alex: “But I thought you said that you weren’t sure whether you wanted to have children.”
Katie: (She cocked her head, looking as beautiful as he’d ever seen.) “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Love doesn’t mean anything if you’re not willing to make a commitment, and you have to think not only about what you want, but about what he wants. Not just now, but in the future.”
(Note: Excerpts from Safe Haven by Nicholas Sparks)