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- Hardcover: 224 pages ;
Dimensions (in inches): 0.85 x 8.52 x 5.72
- Publisher: Warner Books;
(September 17, 2002)
- ISBN: 0446531332
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Book
Description
At 45, Adrienne Willis must rethink her
entire life when her husband abandons her for a younger woman.
Reeling with heartache and in search of a respite, she flees
to the small coastal town of Rodanthe, North Carolina, to tend
to a friend's inn for the weekend.
But when a
major storm starts moving in, it appears that Adrienne's
perfect getaway will be ruined-until a guest naed Paul Flanner
arrives. At 54, Paul has just sold his medical practice and
come to Rodanthe to escape his own shattered past.
Now, with
the storm closing in, two wounded people will turn to each
other for comfort-and in one weekend, set in motion feelings
that will resonate throughout the rest of their lives.
I must admit to being a sucker for a
good love story . . . plus, I have enjoyed the other novels by
Nicholas Sparks (THE RESCUE, THE NOTEBOOK, etc.) . . . so,
naturally, I had to read his latest: NIGHTS IN RODANTHE.
It will definitely remind you of
other similar books, most
notably THE BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY . . . you
know the drill--two middle-aged people meet up and fall
in love . . . yet that said, you'll still get hooked on how
Sparks handles the tale.
My biggest problem in reading it:
Deciding whether I wanted to finish the book in one sitting . .
. I wanted to see what would happen, but also, I did not want it
to end . . . and I guarantee that you'll shed more than a few
tears if give this one a chance.
There were many memorable passages;
among them:
Paul watched her walk away, noticing again how attractive she
was. In spite of the direction his medical practice had taken in
later years, he'd always remained less interested in appearance
than those things a person couldn't see: kindness and integrity,
humor and sensibility. Adrienne, he as sure, had all those
traits, but he got the felling that they'd been unappreciated
for a long time, maybe even by her.
"It was something he would
always say to me, ever since I was a little girl. No matter how
good or bad I'd done in anything, no matter if I was happy or
sad, my dad would always give me a hug and tell me, 'I'm proud
of you.' "
But Paul was different. Paul, she
knew, wasn't like Jack
in any way, and it was there, while upstairs in his room,
that Adrienne first felt a vague sense of anxious
anticipation, something akin to what a high roller might
feel when hoping for a lucky roll of the dice.
Blaine Greenfield from Washington Crossing, PA United
States
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