Some books break my heart, some get me high, some I crave to donate to my nemesis, but ‘The Notebook’ was the first which gave me diabetes. I write this feeling annoyed, but as a matter of fact that I found the movie more intriguing than the novel. Maybe it’s peculiar, but I need fire in romance; and if the novel was  saccharine sweet sugar, the off-screen chemistry between Rachel McAdams(Allie) and Ryan Gosling(Noah) was the needed element of ‘SPICE!’.

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I liked the setting of New Bern, North Carolina, and the description of the southern sky made me feel as if I was witnessing a vanilla twilight. Another thing that made the reading flow along were the passionate poems of Walt Whitman. Most of all it was the similarity between Noah and me that kept me engaged. I desired to know how the life of a small town guy, introvert and contented with nature  would pan out? Was he so detached that even the war didn’t affect him? And although the writing style was simple I was unsuccessful in finding my answers, but I found tons of cheese to utilize it for preparing the double crust cheese pizza for upcoming decades.

As attractive and confident Allie was, her character was played down, especially after the Alzheimer’s disease. To summarize up the book and give solidity to my remark, imagine you’ve met your other soul after two decades and naturally have fallen in the magnetic love all over again for almost a golden century. Now for every separate day, your other half is disengaged from the past or future. Noah could’ve been anything, from God to a funny man, instead, he repeats the same story while editing the name. Maybe I’m immature for love, but this is where I think Nicholas Spark missed a trick: