On Lovin' Fridays, we post an excerpt from a novel with a declaration of love or a marriage proposal that gave us the warm and fuzzies, made us laugh, made us cry or made us think.
My choice for Lovin' Friday this week is an extract from a tiny novel with a big heart - The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks. This happens to be one of my all-time favourite books because it is such a simple tale yet it packs a massive emotional punch - the depth of Noah's love for Allie moved me to tears many times during its 214 pages.
The movie version of this book won an MTV Award for 'Best Kiss' and quickly became a chick-flick favourite for so many women. If you're a fan of the film and you haven't read the book then do yourself a favour! Buy it, borrow it, steal it* - do whatever you have to to get your hands on it. You will see differences from the film but it won't detract from your reading/viewing pleasure.
Without further delay, here's a little extract that touched me:
"You're wonderful...," she says softly, trailing off, and at that moment she falls in love with me, too; this I know, for I have seen the signs a thousand times.
She says nothing else right away, she doesn't have to, and she gives me a look from another lifetime that makes me whole again. I smile back, with as much passion as I could muster, and we stare at each other with the feelings inside us rolling around like waves. I look around the room, then up to the ceiling, then back at Allie, and the way she's looking at me makes me warm. And suddenly I feel young again. I'm no longer cold or aching, or hunched over or deformed, or almost blind with cataractal eyes.
I'm strong and proud and the luckiest man alive, and I keep on feeling that way for a long time across the table.
By the time the candles have burned down a third, I am ready to break the silence. I say, 'I love you deeply, and I hope you know that.'
'Of course I do,' she says breathlessly, 'I've always loved you, Noah.'
Noah. I hear again. Noah. The word echoes in my mind. Noah...Noah. She knows, I think to myself. She knows who I am...
Such a tiny thing, this knowledge, but to me it is a gift from God, and I feel our lifetime together, holding her, loving her and being with her through the best years of my life.
She murmurs, 'Noah...my sweet Noah.'
And I, who could not accept the doctor's words, have triumphed again, at least for a moment. I give up the pretense of mystery, and I kiss her hand and I bring it to my cheek and whisper in her ear. I say :
'You are the greatest thing that has every happened to me.'
'Oh Noah,' she says, with tears in her eyes, 'I love you too.'