Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ

First off, I'd like to offer myself as exhibit A in the case against the hypothesis that carriers of the XY gene are love story averse. Though I must admit that partly the reason for my reading this novel is Diane Lane. What can I say? Shes really pretty.

With that said, I was a little, well... disappointed with this one. I've never read a Spark's novel before but enjoyed the silver screen version of The Notebook so I was expecting something a lil more I suppose. If I could use one word to describe this book it would be juvenile. Paul and Adrienne were a couple of molly-sues and from the very beginning they were superfluously fawning. Too many moments of furtive glances and declarations of admiration. The pages were fraught with Paul and Adrienne thinking how beautiful the other was too the point were it just seemed silly. But I suppose, silliness is one of the many faces of love, most prominent when a third person is observing it.

Personally, I prefer love stories with a moderate amount of subtleties. I don't like it when authors spoon feed their readers the personality of their characters. I think it's much better when their personalities manifest themselves through action, through cause and effect and so on.

Though there were moments, particularly nearing the end, where I was mildly choked up with emotion, I wouldn't not suggest this to read but I wouldn't say its a must read either.