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Maggie May
"Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are.”
Safe Haven & The Lucky One Movies
Well I figured I’d do a little research before I even opened the cover of Safe Haven, by Nicholas Sparks, and I was correct in my assumptions. It will be turned into a movie. What I was also delightfully surprised to discover was his book The Lucky One will also be made into a movie, which was one of my favorites of his. So excited now! If only they made more Jodi Picoult books into movies!
Currently Reading Nicholas Sparks’ The Lucky One. Its good so far. im gonna do a review right after i finish it :) I heard its gonna be a movie soon, like all nicholas sparks novels.
Read it a a week ago :). Very good, glad you liked it.
The Lucky One, by Nicholas Sparks
The Lucky one by Nicholas Sparks was another fantastic book. While some think all of his books are the same, I love picking up a different book and reading a different story in his style of writing. I like the way each chapter is named after a different character and that his characters are very intriguing. You either fall in love with them, or completley hate them. I’m not going to give anything away, but as Nicholas Sparks usually does, there is a semi-tear-jerking ending and the epilogues are something you CAN’T just skip in his book. I recommend this book to anyone who loves a good love story with destiny, fate, and luck all mixed in. Well done, Nicholas Sparks.
It’s just that I never met anyone like you before, and I’m certain I never will again. I love you, Elizabeth…and more than that, I LIKE you. I enjoy spending my time with you.
That was when you first became real to me, and the more I got to know you, the more real I felt. Happier and alive in a way I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Like you and I were meant to be.
I knew within a few days that he was the one for me. I know how crazy that sounds. But being with him was like toast and butter from the very beginning.
Conversation in The Lucky One
“What are you doing?” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
“Watching you,” she said.
“Why?”
“I wanted to.”
He smiled as he ran a finger over her arm, feeling a surge of gratitude for her presence in his life. “You’re pretty awesome Elizabeth.”
“I know.”
“That’s it? You’re just going to say ‘I know’?” He demanded to mock outrage.
“Don’t get needy on me. I hate needy guys.”
“And I’m not sure I like women who hide their feelings.”
She smiled, leaning in to kiss him. “I had a great time yesterday.”
“I did too.”
As for the drinking, he’d known deep down that the booze was doing more harm than good.
I’m not saying this to make you angry. I’m saying this because I think you’re the most remarkable woman I’ve ever met. The thing is, I’m pretty sure that almost every man would feel the same way I do.
They spent the afternoon wrapped in each other’s arms, making love over and over and over, and when it was finally time for her to return home she was certain that Logan loved her as much as she loved him and that he, too, was beginning to imagine spending the rest of their lives together.
Those stolen moments when they were alone had an almost dreamlike intensity. Beth was hyperattuned to his every movement and gesture, tantalized by the quiet way he’d take her hand as they trailed behind [her son] on their evening walks, then release it as soon as Ben rounded into view again.
They took their time making love. Thibault moved above her, wanting it to last forever, while whispering his love for her. He felt her body quiver with pleasure again and again. Afterward, she remained curled beneath his arm, her body coiled in contentment. They talked and laughed and nuzzled, and after making love a second time, he lay beside her, staring into her eyes before running a gentle finger along her cheek. He felt the words rise up inside him, words he had never imagined himself saying to anyone.
As music played in the background, Elizabeth leaned into him so close that he could feel each of her slow, languid breaths. He closed his eyes as she put her head on his shoulder, and in that instant, nothing else mattered. Not the song, not the place, not the other couples around him. Only this, only her. He gave himself over to the feel of her body as it pressed against him, and they moved slowly in small circles on the sawdust-strewn floor, lost in a world that felt as though it had been created for just the two of them.
But the best part of dancing with her was the almost electric charge he felt whenever they touched and the smell of her when he twirled heer out of his arms, a mixture of heat and perfume.
