I was at Wal-Mart getting pictures printed from our trip to Sonoma. As I was browsing the shelves, I saw the cover of a recently popular movie: Safe Haven, by Nicholas Sparks. Though I don’t usually read these type of romantic lovey dovey novels, I enjoyed this book…a lot. When I started the first chapter I felt totally lame reading words like: “a breeze from the Atlantic rippled through her hair,” but found myself by the next page engulfed by the language and characters.
If I didn’t have to get up, make dinner, do laundry, go to work, and communicate with the outside world I probably would have read the entire book without stopping. Grey would glance over at me and shake his head disapprovingly and sigh, as I eagerly tuned every page.
Since I would ruin the entire story if I tried to tell you what it is about here is a book description from the author’s website:
“When a mysterious young woman named Katie appears in the small North Carolina town of Southport, her sudden arrival raises questions about her past. Beautiful yet self-effacing, Katie seems determined to avoid forming personal ties until a series of events draws her into two reluctant relationships: one with Alex, a widowed store owner with a kind heart and two young children; and another with her plainspoken single neighbor, Jo. Despite her reservations, Katie slowly begins to let down her guard, putting down roots in the close-knit community and becoming increasingly attached to Alex and his family.
But even as Katie begins to fall in love, she struggles with the dark secret that still haunts and terrifies her . . . a past that set her on a fearful, shattering journey across the country, to the sheltered oasis of Southport. With Jo’s empathic and stubborn support, Katie eventually realizes that she must choose between a life of transient safety and one of riskier rewards . . . and that in the darkest hour, love is the only true safe haven.”
Intrigued?…Me too. That’s why I spontaneously picked it up in a Wal-Mart and started reading it on a Saturday afternoon next to a big ‘ol bag of beef jerky only to be slightly bothered when I had to get up to take part in real life. Yes, I confess this a “dessert book”–not full of much substance but rather pure entertainment. Like dessert, this type of frivolous reading cannot be good for me all the time. But there’s nothing wrong with a slice of apple pie every now and then…right?
Read it? Saw the movie? Let me know what you think!