Another beautiful love story by Sparks.
I think of A Walk to Remember. My youngest daughter watched the movie then she read the book. The only thing the movie did not measure up to what the book portrayed, she said, was the dying girl in the movie had fat cheeks. Other than that, she loves both the movie as well as the book.
I ask myself, is it possible this side of heaven to have such a "perfect" encounter? Moralist would call it an affair. It is possibly one in a trillion chance for Adrienne to meet just Paul Flanner in the guest house. If such pairing is at all possible, it is unique and not repeated throughout history. If they were "fated" to meet like that, why did he die then? By this sort of combination of circumstances, it became a tear jerking fairy tale romance.
I have a few friends and neighbors who are divorcees, not by their own choices. Men seemed to lose nothing much by cheating on their wives and then divorcing them for younger models. Women who struggle to bring up a few teenagers rarely have the chance to be courted. For one, they have no time. Secondly, the care they put into their single parent family would do nothing to enhance their looks. Things may even be worse if they have to struggle to earn enough to bring up the children that the rich husbands just cast aside. At least in this part of the world, the rate of remarriage is extremely low if the divorce occurred after a woman is past thirty five.
It is indeed gratifying to find the fat sleek lawyer Jack being thrown aside by his second wife for another man. What did he expect from a woman who knowingly lured a married man into breaking his marriage? Perhaps it is the money! Maybe it was the experience and power Jack held at that age which men ten years younger did not possess. So we find that when he gained another ten kilo, she quickly went and caught herself another eligible man not so old or with more money. Amoral women like that usually look out for number one: themselves, certainly not the victim they preyed on.
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