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put the book down.” —Newport News Daily Press (VA). “Sparks is a true romantic who knows how to weave a sweetly sentimental story.” —Warner Robins Daily. All rights reserved. Hachette Book Group, Park Avenue, The “Warner Books” name and logo are trademarks of Also by Nicholas Sparks. The Notebook. With over ninety-five million copies of his books sold, Nicholas Sparks is one of the world's most beloved storytellers. His novels include twelve #1 New York.
He is the author of Two by Two. Upon his arrival, he lays his eyes on his high-school sweetheart Amanda, now a married woman who is on the same quest as Dawson.
They break a few words, and then part ways. As one can imagine, the presence of Amanda rekindles that romantic spark. They dread the idea of falling in love once more and suspect that Tuck has something to do with it.
Although Cole wants to escape from their grasp, the members of his circle pose a great danger to this reunion. Dawson nearly loses his life one day after a blast in the oil factory, but he is saved by an anonymous person in the water who shows him the way. Not long afterward, he is informed about the death of Tuck Hostetler, his role model, and friend for life. On the spur of the moment, he decides to pack his bags and return home, to pay tribute to his buddy.
This unfortunate turn of events leaves Dawson isolated and earns him the title of a loner.
In those days, he for the first time met face to face with Amanda Collier — a girl from a wealthy family. They become lab partners and fall in love.
Amanda refuses to pay heed to the warnings and suggestions said by her parents to leave Dawson. She soon faces a choice, to go to College, or stay with him. Dawson plays a part in convincing her that education is vital, and they make a decision to put an end to their relationship.
Not long afterward, Dawson finds himself in the middle of another problem. In a car accident, he kills a local doctor and is sentenced to 4 years in prison. Upon his release, he leaves town for good and decides to try his luck elsewhere. They go to dinner that night and start to reminiscing.
On top of that, she is a married woman! The next day, Amanda and Dawson are summoned to scatter the ashes of Tuck at a nearby cabin that he chose prior to his departure. This activity binds them together, and they spend the day planning their next move. Dawson learns that his cousin was behind the explosion that almost killed him. They cross swords, and Ted gets the worst of it.
The writings reveal details about the love story between Tuck and his wife, which inspires them to pick up where they left off. The Best of Me Epilogue Amanda makes a surprising decision to return back to her family. She feels weak to go through raging scenario that fills her with dread.
Her friends thought she was crazy. Not that she would want to be, even if she could, unless, she sometimes thought to herself, she could take her more mature brain back with her. But dammit, rules were important, especially the ones regarding marriage. They were the ones a person was never supposed to break.
Why did he have to? And why, she wondered as she stood in the surf, did her thoughts always come back to this, even after all this time?
She supposed that it had something to do with the fact that when the divorce papers finally arrived, she felt as if a little part of her had died. That initial anger she felt had turned to sadness, and now it had become something else, almost a dullness of sorts. Even though she was constantly in motion, it seemed as if nothing special ever happened to her anymore. Each day seemed exactly like the last, and she had trouble differentiating among them. The first few months had been hard on her.
All she could do was feel sorry for herself. Even having Kevin around all the time did nothing to change the fact that she felt absolutely alone in the world. When David showed up at her sorority party at the beginning of her junior year, one look was all it took for her to know she wanted to be with him.
Her young love had seemed so overwhelming, so powerful, then. She would stay awake thinking about him as she lay in her bed, and when she walked across campus, she smiled so often that other people would smile back whenever they saw her. Over the years, a different kind of marriage emerged.
She and David grew up, and apart. It became hard to remember the things that had first drawn them to each other. But anything can happen when the flame of a relationship goes out, and for him, it did.
A chance meeting at a video store, a conversation that led to lunch and eventually to hotels throughout the greater Boston area. The unfair thing about the whole situation was that she still missed him sometimes, or rather the good parts about him. She had been used to having another person around, just to talk to or listen. She had gotten used to waking up to the smell of brewing coffee in the morning, and she missed having another adult presence in the apartment.
She missed a lot of things, but most of all she missed the intimacy that came from holding and whispering to another behind closed doors. Even now she liked to go into his room after he was asleep and sit on his bed just to look at him. Kevin always looked so peaceful, so beautiful, with his head on the pillow and the covers piled up around him.
She still dreamed about falling in love with someone, of having someone take her in his arms and make her feel she was the only one who mattered. But it was hard, if not impossible, to meet someone decent these days. Most of the men she knew in their thirties were already married, and the ones that were divorced seemed to be looking for someone younger whom they could somehow mold into exactly what they wanted.
That left older men, and even though she thought she could fall in love with someone older, she had her son to worry about. She wanted a man who would treat Kevin the way he should be treated, not simply as the unwanted by-product of someone he desired. But the reality was that older men usually had older children; few welcomed the trials of raising an adolescent male in the s.
That had been the end of that relationship. She admitted that she also missed the physical intimacy that came from loving and trusting and holding someone else.
Sex was too important, too special, to be shared with just anyone. So now, vacationing at Cape Cod, alone in the world and without a man anywhere in the foreseeable future, she wanted to do some things this week just for herself.
Read some books, put her feet up, and have a glass of wine without the TV flickering in the background. Sleep late, eat too much, and jog in the mornings, before everyone got there to spoil it.
She wanted to experience freedom again, if only for a short time. She also wanted to shop this week. She wanted to try on some new dresses and download a couple that flattered her figure, just to make her feel she was still alive and vibrant. Maybe she would even get her hair done. With a somewhat renewed sense of optimism, she looked to see if the man with the rolled-up jeans was still there, but he had gone as quietly as he had come.
And she was ready to go as well. Her legs had stiffened in the cool water, and sitting down to put on her shoes was a little more difficult than she expected.
She was on vacation at the beach. No need for shoes or socks. She carried them with her as she started toward the house. Strange, she thought to herself, it seemed out of place here.
As she approached, she noticed something different about the way it looked. It was a bottle, probably discarded by a careless tourist or one of the local teens who liked to come here at night.
She looked over her shoulder and saw a garbage can chained to the lifeguard tower and decided to do her good deed for the day.
When she reached it, however, she was surprised to see that it was corked. She picked it up, holding it into better light, and saw a note inside wrapped with yarn, standing on its end. For a second she felt her heart quicken as another memory came back to her.