The Notebook - Calhoun Family Saga 1 by Nicholas Sparks

Author:Nicholas Sparks [Sparks, Nicholas]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Love Stories, Historical, Man-Woman Relationships, North Carolina, Media Tie-In, Aged, Older People, Oral Reading
ISBN: 9780446605236
Google: Vv0og8FYLc8C
Amazon: 0446605239
Publisher: Warner Books
Published: 1996-10-01T05:00:00+00:00

“Another half-mile or so. Not any more than that.”

A pause. Then she said: “Tell me, Noah, what do you remember most from the summer we spent together?”

“All of it.”

“Anything in particular?”

“No,” he said.

“You don’t remember?”

He answered quietly. “No, it’s not that. It’s not what you’re thinking. I was serious when I said ‘all of it.’ I can remember every moment we were together, and in each of them there was something wonderful. I can’t pick any one time that meant more than any other. The entire summer was perfect, the kind of summer everyone should have. How could I pick one moment over another?

“Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That’s what it was like for me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.” Allie stared at him. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. Ever. She didn’t know what to say and stayed silent, her face hot.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, Allie. I didn’t mean to. But that summer has stayed with me and probably always will. I know it can’t be the same between us, but that doesn’t change the way I felt about you then.”

“It didn’t make me uncomfortable. Noah ... It’s just that I don’t ever hear things like that.

What you said was beautiful. It takes a poet to talk the way you do. and like I said, you’re the only poet I’ve ever met.”

Peaceful silence descended on them. An osprey cried somewhere in the distance. The paddle moved rhythmically, causing ripples that rocked the boat ever so slightly. The breeze had stopped, and the clouds grew blacker as the canoe moved onwards.

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