When you unexpectedly get a book as a gift, that too without an occasion, it proves you just have the right set of friends. Just kidding, it only proves that your friend is awesome. It so happened that in my reading group, an acquaintance of mine had mentioned that he had received a book as a gift from someone, and since there is only one friend of mine Kshama (my school-time friend) who have till date given a book to me without any occasion, it was my duty to tag her to remind her to do the same again. Mean of me, no? But she is so nice she actually couriered one to me and I clicked the pic as a proof as soon as I received the same. And hear this, she had not even read the book and sent to me for my feedback, so she can buy later on. And the mean girl I am, I asked her to keep up this spirit and keep on sending me books out of her big TBR.
Now, since I am on a no shopping spree for book, a gift of physical book was just the right gift for me. So, hey you all, who know me, if you want your name mentioned on my blog and be popular, please do do do send me a book asap. See see, I have put all this in bold, so that no one misses this point.
Now, back to the book, I like the way, it starts with a non-fictional touch to this fictional story. And the way Nicholas Sparks writes, as you all already know, with a big dose of romance, my heart was set to completing it in the exact right pace, no hurry hurry, but just slow and sweet. Sample these lines (ah, I am falling in love with the writer):
Falling in love is the easy part; making that love last amid life’s varied challenges is an elusive dream for many.
Meeting you and falling in love with you was an experience I would relive a thousand times in a thousand different lives, if I was ever given that chance.
I have not yet completed the book, but I am so hooked that I just wanted to pen down my thoughts. If I change my views by the end of this book, I will add a edit note at the end of this review.
Keep watching my blog for more book reviews.
Hope Anderson is at a crossroads. At thirty-six, she’s been dating her boyfriend, an orthopedic surgeon, for six years. With no wedding plans in sight, and her father recently diagnosed with ALS, she decides to use a week at her family’s cottage in Sunset Beach, North Carolina, to ready the house for sale and mull over some difficult decisions about her future.
Tru Walls has never visited North Carolina but is summoned to Sunset Beach by a letter from a man claiming to be his father. A safari guide, born and raised in Zimbabwe, Tru hopes to unravel some of the mysteries surrounding his mother’s early life and recapture memories lost with her death. When the two strangers cross paths, their connection is as electric as it is unfathomable . . . but in the immersive days that follow, their feelings for each other will give way to choices that pit family duty against personal happiness in devastating ways.
Illuminating life’s heartbreaking regrets and enduring hope, Every Breath explores the many facets of love that lay claim to our deepest loyalties — and asks the question, How long can a dream survive?
About the author:
Sparks wrote one of his best-known stories, The Notebook, over a period of six months at age 28. It was published in 1996 and he followed with the novels Message in a Bottle (1998), A Walk to Remember (1999), The Rescue (2000), A Bend in the Road (2001), Nights in Rodanthe (2002), The Guardian (2003), and the list goes on. Many of his books have already been adapted into movies.
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So many words to say
So many others amiss
Once they had filled diaries
Now unsent mails, often deleted
So many things to do
So many ways to start anew
Once everything clicked
Now every single time you were missed
So many cards to print
So many gifts to exchange every day
Once you would have died for me
Now every single time you wished me gone
So many hints I missed
So many friends you made to cherish your dreams
Once nothing could have been more happier
Now everything is dull and still…
Oh how I sometimes miss
The beach story and the kiss
Of rainbows and waves over the rocks
Making them mellow to their shouts
I often miss those times
When I really saw you for the first time
The way your sensitive touch was all over me
Making me melt in your arms
Oh how I really miss
When you called me your best friend
And then blamed me for everything
Of finding excuses for every single actioning
I watched you change and grow old
With the woman of your dreams in your home
And all your friends cheering you
On your golden wedding anniversary
Who said I miss anything now
It’s my dreams gone awry
For I know you always find a new one
To keep you company!
This one is written after hearing many experiences of my friends. Not that after getting married, anyone told me this piece of their life. It’s just an imagination by me to try my hand at writing super short story with an end finally this time.
As Abha sat late night browsing through the internet to get hold of a story, she noticed a pic – the pic of two people sitting in a rickshaw with rain in full swing. It tugged at her heart and reminded her of someone very close. She forgot all about completing her freelancing task at hand, and started finding out all she could about this guy.
There was the time when Abha and Vinay used to hang out together. Oh those were the very best of times. But then things changed for both. Long distance relationships doesn’t always work the way one wants.
Abha searched and searched. She was in a hopeless stance. She couldn’t risk asking anyone around for the fear of blowing up the pretence of so many years among all who knew her secret past. Yet she couldn’t find anything recent. All whatever she could find of him was ages old. Of the times she already knew when they were together.
Can I call him just to hear his voice? Or it would just break her into pieces like how it used to happen always before?
Vinay was already married to the girl she had initially so vehemently objected to. Abha shut down the laptop and then went to feed her daughter Paakhi with a new twist in the tale to tell this time.
Have you been in a loop
Like a mad person in a soup
Refreshing the same thing again
In the hopes of getting a single mail
Failed attempts on holding the one
Who was never yours and that’s the pun
So have you been stuck in a loop
Where dreams are better than reality, you fool
Queuing up the moments to watch it again
With the hope of reliving it in vain
Hundred and a thousand calls,
But those were never yours to dial and shove
Yes, I have been in a loop
Stuck in a time-warp waiting for you like an old boot
Spoke the girl
With clarity and from her heart
You will never get
What you stole from me
You made him lie to me
And he will lie all through your life
You will keep him always dissatisfied
You can’t act naive anymore
I have seen you through and through
That’s what you will come to know
One day just too soon
But you will realize it too late
Oh, this one will be for good
And no one to fool
Only to shoot