the notebook

It was Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman, and he had carried it with him throughout the war. It had even taken a bullet for him once. He rubbed the cover, dusting it off just a little. Then he let the book open randomly and read the words in front of him: This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight...

Noah reached for his guitar, remembering his father as he did so, thinking how much he missed him . He strummed once , adjusted the tension on two strings, then strummed again . This time it sounded about right , and he began to play. Soft music, quiet music. He hummed for a little while at...

Coast It was early October 1946, and Noah Calhoun watched the fading sun sink lower from the wraparound porch of his plantation‐style home . He liked to sit here in the evenings, especially after working hard all day, and let his thoughts wander without conscious direction. It was how he...

The excitement of the morning always upsets her, and today is no exception. Finally, the shade is opened and the nurses walk out. Both of them touch me and smile as they walk by. I wonder what this means. I sit for just a second and stare at her, but she doesn't return the look. I understand...

Time, unfortunately, doesn't make it easy to stay on course . The path is straight as ever, but now it is strewn with the rocks and gravel that accumulate over a lifetime. Until three years ago it would have been easy to ignore , but it's impossible now . There is a sickness rolling through my...

Cuốn sách này được dành tặng với tất cả tình yêu cho Cathy, vợ tôi và bạn tôi. (Miracles)Những điều kì diệu Tôi là ai? Và tôi tự hỏi, câu chuyện này sẽ kết thúc như thế nào đây? Mặt trời đã lên rồi, tôi đang ngồi bên ô cửa sổ với hơi sương như thể hơi thở cuộc sống. ..đã tan dần. Tôi thấy...