In candlelight, I finished reading Nicholas Spark’s ‘The Notebook’. I read it’s sequel,’The wedding’ first and then came to this book. I had my first encounter with this author with his ‘Message in a bottle’. Many of his novels have been made into movies. By this I remember a quote I came across in a bookmark that I got in Shopper’s Stop the other day, ‘Never judge a book by it’s picture’. Nicholas has a way of twisting endings, which leaves the reader feeling a void, achingly touched, poignant and yet wanting more. As the wax melted so did my heart. Middle of the night I was crying buckets. Decided not to read love stories for sometime now.
‘ We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken us a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young brash and impatient must always break the silence. It is a waste for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking and it’s a paradox’
‘He was four years old at the time, just a baby. I have lived twenty times as long as he, but if asked I would have traded my life for his. It is a terrible thing to outlive your child, a tragedy I wish upon no-one.’