Essay on “The Notebook”
To take up reading this book I was prompted solely desire for experimentation. And, like any experimenter, I expected … and the result was not mistaken. You can accuse me of bias, and if a bias to understand some expectations from the book, a preliminary opinion about it, yes, I took this book biased! However, it is more biased than 90% of its readers (and fans). I honestly tried to abandon their prejudices, but it did not want to disappear, and only grew stronger, and the 10th page grew into a conviction … More 5 pages I read that if by inertia, or even something hoping. On page 16, I put down the book, not to return to it ever.
Do not misunderstand me, I just could not do otherwise. After all, if I continued to read, I would have to put the protagonist monument (and maybe even organize a cult of his name). Already, because of it is written in the first 16 pages, Noah Kelhoun worthy of at least a bronze bust. Honest, brave, loyal, loving, strong, generous, romantic, a lover of poetry, intelligent, not without business skills (women are thrilled, and the men nervously smoking in aside) – but I would rather believe in the existence of Santa Claus than November Kelhouna
I could not read more because I was scared. Yes, yes, yes, he was afraid, because not every day you find yourself in the gift of foresight. And here! On the third page, I thought that Noah had to be sure to visit the war and already in the fourth received this confirmation. And after “The same evening, only a little earlier and thousands of miles from Noah, on veranda encircling the home of her parents, sat tucked under her one leg, young woman” (page 6) – I like the palm appeared the following 10 pages of text. Then I read the last page of the book and decided not to eat more than fate, because the Prophet share too heavy and not in my immediate plans.
Some argue that this is a book about love … I will not argue, although I’m not quite sure supernatural senses mythical creatures can be given “human” names. p>