considered the master of romance as my love for the roots of Greek tragedies and happy endings motivated me to write short-lived romance novels. I considered my childhood to be perfect along with a couple of ups and down. My full name is Nicholas Charles Sparks. I was born December 31, 1965 in Omaha Nebraska. I was the second
The Notebook displays the love story between teenagers, Noah and Allie, who were head over heels in love with each other during a summer romance, but were unable to continue their love story because Allie comes from a wealthy family with overbearing parents who believed Noah was too rough around the edges for Allie. Allie and her family moved to Raleigh and Noah wrote letters to her everyday for a year, but Allie’s mother kept them from her and Allie went on assuming Noah forgot about her and it
Introduction to Film and Paper For my film review I chose to review the movie The Notebook. The Notebook is a love story that follows most of the lives of Noah and Allie: from the time they met as teenagers to the time of their death. The story begins when the couple is older and the wife suffers from dementia, specifically Alzheimer’s. She doesn’t remember anything, even her beloved husband, so in order to help her remember Noah (the husband) reads her their love story over and over again as she
The 2004 film version of The Notebook is a romantic drama adapted from Nicholas Spark’s best-selling novel. The central story is set in the 1940’s and is about two young people Noah and Allie, who have a passionate romance, but are forced apart due to Allie’s mother. After seven years without contact, they become reunited. The film is shown through a series of flashbacks as they are read from a notebook years later by an old gentleman to a lady who is suffering from Alzheimer’s disease. Noah
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It was me. I was the other woman. I had never planned on it, I don’t think anyone really does. It just sort of just happened. It was the summer after freshman year, my friend Lena, some of my cousins, and I had all decided to venture to south India. This was where it all started. The window to our right had been left a crack open and through the crack came seeping in all the sounds and smells of the city. From far below came the yelling of the people in a foreign language unfamiliar to my ears, and