reading BLOG ENTRY 4

I read the book Dear John by Nicolas Sparks. One thing I have to say is that I'm loving it. The author's writing style is so clear, descriptive, and understandable that I can actually feel what the characters seem to be feeling. Everything seemed so real that I got so excited while reading the book. Again, it's a love story between a soldier, John Tyree, and a college girl, Savannah Curtis. Right now, they are in the stage of dating and liking each other and thinking about each other a lot. Sometimes, when I read this book, I feel like I, myself, am in love and that some guy like John loves me back. I love it how Spark's love stories are much more realistic than other love stories that consist of wealthy people with money who are handsome and beautiful with poor but extremely fair young girls and blah blah. This story is so unmaterialistic and the conversations are amusing too.

There are so many parts of this books that I like so I must write down a few.

" 'Are you asking me out?' 'Yeah,' I admitted. 'I'll have you back tomorow whenever you want. I know you've got to work tomorow, but there's this great place that I want to show you.' 'What kind of place?' 'A local place. Specializes in seafood. But it's more of an experience.' She wrapped her arms around her knees. 'I ususally don't date strangers,' she finally said, 'and we only met yesterday. You think I can trust you?' 'I wouldn't,' I said. She laughed. 'Well in that case, I suppose I can make an exception.' 'Yeah?' 'Yeah,' she said. 'I'm a sucker for honest guys with crew cuts. What time?' " * the guy has crew cuts b/c hes a soldier.

Another fabolous imager is this part:

" Above us, a few wispy clous were spread among the stars, and the moon, still full, hovered just over the horizon. A light breeze fanned my cheek, and I could hear the ceaseless motion of the waves as they rolled up the shore. The tide had gone out, and we moved to the harder, more compact sand near the water's edge. Savannah put a hand on my shoulder for balance as she removed one sandal, then another. When she finished, I did the same, and we walked in silence for a few steps." This part is beautiful. I can just totally imagine the whole scene and the scent and the touch. I love this kind of writings: not too deep and un-understandable and beautiful in description.