Hello everyone!
So, hi, this is your friendly neighbourhood blogger, and from time to time she feels like destroying herself with Nicholas Sparks. Yup, that's about right. See, we all know that Mr. Sparks is a master of writing tragedy into his romance novels (let's just look at The Notebook or Message in a Bottle, shall we?), and I honestly don't know why I even read his books and/or watch his movie adaptations, but there you have it, apparently I need to kill myself emotionally from time to time. I think people might call me certifiable for this - I know my sister probably does, but what can you do?
For some reason, that's just something I feel like doing, and most recently, I've been tracking his newer works; I'm gearing up to read The Longest Ride before it hits theatres as a movie adaptation, but first, I went for The Best of Me. Sad fact: the movie should have originally featured Paul Walker in the main male role, but unfortunately, the role had to be recast after the actor's passing, and it went to James Marsden (which, all in all, wasn't such a bad choice, because he's quite good to look at too! Ahem).

