Did you know that The Notebook was the first novel Nicholas Sparks ever sent off to be published? Boy did he luck out, right?
And then somewhere after that there was A Walk to Remember, which wasn't nearly as good as the novel The Notebook, but which was also, regretfully, made into a movie, starring Shane West and Mandy Moore.
And then there was Nights in Rodanthe, etc., etc., etc., and I completely lost a little more interest with each subsequent book Sparks published because, well, they all came across as formulaic and, frankly, completely sappy.
Until now.
Yeah, I can admit it -- I do want to see Dear John. One, I am already pre-dispositioned to like Amanda Seyfried, since I loved her in Mamma Mia and Mean Girls. And two, even though Channing Tatum is admittedly easy on the eyes in an irritatingly perfect way, he's still, well, easy on the eyes. And more importantly ... Three, I feel like the subject matter is timely, because of the war, so I know that there are a lot of men and women my age who will be able to relate to the film, including myself.
Could this be the film to fill the gap The Notebook left in the hearts of desperate housewives and single women everywhere?
Pass the Kleenex.
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