Dear John

Dear John

by Nicholas Sparks

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An angry rebel, John dropped out of school and enlisted in the Army, not knowing what else to do with his life--until he meets the girl of his dreams, Savannah. Their mutual attraction quickly grows into the kind of love that leaves Savannah waiting for John to finish his tour of duty, and John wanting to settle down with the woman who captured his heart. But 9/11 changes everything. John feels it is his duty to re-enlist. And sadly, the long separation finds Savannah falling in love with someone else. "Dear John," the letter read...and with those two words, a heart was broken and two lives were changed forever. Returning home, John must come to grips with the fact that Savannah, now married, is still his true love--and face the hardest decision of his life.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780446567336
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Publication date: 12/01/2009
Edition description: Movie Tie-in
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 39,080
Product dimensions: 6.84(w) x 4.32(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

With over 100 million copies of his books sold, Nicholas Sparks is one of the world's most beloved storytellers. His novels include fifteen #1 New York Times bestsellers, and all of his books, including Three Weeks with My Brother, the memoir he wrote with his brother, Micah, have been New York Times and international bestsellers, and were translated into more than fifty languages. Eleven of Nicholas Sparks's novels—The Choice, The Longest Ride, The Best of Me, Safe Haven, The Lucky One, The Last Song, Dear John, Nights in Rodanthe, The Notebook, A Walk to Remember, and Message in a Bottle—have been adapted into major motion pictures.


New Bern, North Carolina

Date of Birth:

December 31, 1965

Place of Birth:

Omaha, Nebraska


B.A. in finance, University of Notre Dame, 1988

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Dear John

By Nicholas Sparks

Warner Books

Copyright © 2006 Nicholas Sparks
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-52805-6

Chapter One

Wilmington, 2000

My name is John Tyree. I was born in 1977, and I grew up in Wilmington, North Carolina, a city that proudly boasts the largest port in the state as well as a long and vibrant history but now strikes me more as a city that came about by accident. Sure, the weather was great and the beaches perfect, but it wasn't ready for the wave of Yankee retirees up north who wanted someplace cheap to spend their golden years. The city is located on a relatively thin spit of land bounded by the Cape Fear River on one side and the ocean on the other. Highway 17-which leads to Myrtle Beach and Charleston-bisects the town and serves as its major road. When I was a kid, my dad and I could drive from the historic district near the Cape Fear River to Wrightsville Beach in ten minutes, but so many stoplights and shopping centers have been added that it can now take an hour, especially on the weekends, when the tourists come flooding in. Wrightsville Beach, located on an island just off the coast, is on the northern end of Wilmington and far and away one of the most popular beaches in the state. The homes along the dunes are ridiculously expensive, and most of them are rented out all summer long. The Outer Banks may have more romantic appeal because of their isolation and wild horses and that flight that Orville and Wilbur were famous for, but let me tell you, most people who go to the beach on vacationfeel most at home when they can find a McDonald's or Burger King nearby, in case the little ones aren't too fond of the local fare, and want more than a couple of choices when it comes to evening activities.

Like all cities, Wilmington is rich in places and poor in others, and since my dad had one of the steadiest, solid-citizen jobs on the planet-he drove a mail delivery route for the post office-we did okay. Not great, but okay. We weren't rich, but we lived close enough to the rich area for me to attend one of the best high schools in the city. Unlike my friends' homes, though, our house was old and small; part of the porch had begun to sag, but the yard was its saving grace. There was a big oak tree in the backyard, and when I was eight years old, I built a tree house with scraps of wood I collected from a construction site. My dad didn't help me with the project (if he hit a nail with a hammer, it could honestly be called an accident); it was the same summer I taught myself to surf. I suppose I should have realized then how different I was from my dad, but that just shows how little you know about life when you're a kid.

My dad and I were as different as two people could possibly be. Where he was passive and introspective, I was always in motion and hated to be alone; while he placed a high value on education, school for me was like a social club with sports added in. He had poor posture and tended to shuffle when he walked; I bounced from here to there, forever asking him to time how long it took me to run to the end of the block and back. I was taller than him by the time I was in eighth grade and could beat him in arm-wrestling a year later. Our physical features were completely different, too. While he had sandy hair, hazel eyes, and freckles, I had brown hair and eyes, and my olive skin would darken to a deep tan by May. Our differences struck some of our neighbors as odd, which made sense, I suppose, considering that he'd raised me by himself. As I grew older, I sometimes heard them whispering about the fact that my mom had run off when I was less than a year old. Though I later suspected my mom had met someone else, my dad never confirmed this. All he'd say was that she'd realized she made a mistake in getting married so young, and that she wasn't ready to be a mother. He neither heaped scorn on her nor praised her, but he made sure that I included her in my prayers, no matter where she was or what she'd done. "You remind me of her," he'd say sometimes. To this day, I've never spoken a single word to her, nor do I have any desire to do so.

I think my dad was happy. I phrase it like this because he seldom showed much emotion. Hugs and kisses were a rarity for me growing up, and when they did happen, they often struck me as lifeless, something he did because he felt he was supposed to, not because he wanted to. I know he loved me by the way he devoted himself to my care, but he was forty-three when he had me, and part of me thinks my dad would have been better suited to being a monk than a parent. He was the quietest man I've ever known. He asked few questions about what was going on in my life, and while he rarely grew angry, he rarely joked, either. He lived for routine. He cooked me scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon every single morning and listened as I talked about school over a dinner he'd prepared as well. He scheduled visits to the dentist two months in advance, paid his bills on Saturday morning, did the laundry on Sunday afternoon, and left the house every morning at exactly 7:35 a.m. He was socially awkward and spent long hours alone every day, dropping packages and bunches of mail into the mailboxes along his route. He didn't date, nor did he spend weekend nights playing poker with his buddies; the telephone could stay silent for weeks. When it did ring, it was either a wrong number or a telemarketer. I know how hard it must have been for him to raise me on his own, but he never complained, even when I disappointed him.

I spent most of my evenings alone. With the duties of the day finally completed, my dad would head to his den to be with his coins. That was his one great passion in life. He was most content while sitting in his den, studying a coin dealer newsletter nicknamed the Greysheet and trying to figure out the next coin he should add to his collection. Actually, it was my grandfather who originally started the coin collection. My grandfather's hero was a man named Louis Eliasberg, a Baltimore financier who is the only person to have assembled a complete collection of United States coins, including all the various dates and mint marks. His collection rivaled, if not surpassed, the collection at the Smithsonian, and after the death of my grandmother in 1951, my grandfather became transfixed by the idea of building a collection with his son. During the summers, my grandfather and dad would travel by train to the various mints to collect the new coins firsthand or visit various coin shows in the Southeast. In time, my grandfather and dad established relationships with coin dealers across the country, and my grandfather spent a fortune over the years trading up and improving the collection. Unlike Louis Eliasberg, however, my grandfather wasn't rich-he owned a general store in Burgaw that went out of business when the Piggly Wiggly opened its doors across town-and never had a chance at matching Eliasberg's collection. Even so, every extra dollar went into coins. My grandfather wore the same jacket for thirty years, drove the same car his entire life, and I'm pretty sure my dad went to work for the postal service instead of heading off to college because there wasn't a dime left over to pay for anything beyond a high school education. He was an odd duck, that's for sure, as was my dad. Like father, like son, as the old saying goes. When the old man finally passed away, he specified in his will that his house be sold and the money used to purchase even more coins, which was exactly what my dad probably would have done anyway.

By the time my dad inherited the collection, it was already quite valuable. When inflation went through the roof and gold hit $850 an ounce, it was worth a small fortune, more than enough for my frugal dad to retire a few times over and more than it would be worth a quarter century later. But neither my grandfather nor my dad had been into collecting for the money; they were in it for the thrill of the hunt and the bond it created between them. There was something exciting about searching long and hard for a specific coin, finally locating it, then wheeling and dealing to get it for the right price. Sometimes a coin was affordable, other times it wasn't, but each and every piece they added was a treasure. My dad hoped to share the same passion with me, including the sacrifice it required. Growing up, I had to sleep with extra blankets in the winter, and I got a single pair of new shoes every year; there was never money for my clothes, unless they came from the Salvation Army. My dad didn't even own a camera. The only picture ever taken of us was at a coin show in Atlanta. A dealer snapped it as we stood before his booth and sent it to us. For years it was perched on my dad's desk. In the photo, my dad had his arm draped over my shoulder, and we were both beaming. In my hand, I was holding a 1926-D buffalo nickel in gem condition, a coin that my dad had just purchased. It was among the rarest of all buffalo nickels, and we ended up eating hot dogs and beans for a month, since it cost more than he'd expected.

But I didn't mind the sacrifices-for a while, anyway. When my dad started talking to me about coins-I must have been in the first or second grade at the time-he spoke to me like an equal. Having an adult, especially your dad, treat you like an equal is a heady thing for any young child, and I basked in the attention, absorbing the information. In time, I could tell you how many Saint-Gaudens double eagles were minted in 1927 as compared with 1924 and why an 1895 Barber dime minted in New Orleans was ten times more valuable than the same coin minted in the same year in Philadelphia. I still can, by the way. Yet unlike my dad, I eventually began to grow out of my passion for collecting. It was all my dad seemed able to talk about, and after six or seven years of weekends spent with him instead of friends, I wanted out. Like most boys, I started to care about other things: sports and girls and cars and music, primarily, and by fourteen, I was spending little time at home. My resentment began to grow as well. Little by little, I began to notice differences in the way we lived when I compared myself with most of my friends. While they had money to spend to go to the movies or buy a stylish pair of sunglasses, I found myself scrounging for quarters in the couch to buy myself a burger at McDonald's. More than a few of my friends received cars for their sixteenth birthday; my dad gave me an 1883 Morgan silver dollar that had been minted in Carson City. Tears in our worn couch were covered by a blanket, and we were the only family I knew who didn't have cable television or a microwave oven. When our refrigerator broke down, he bought a used one that was the world's most awful shade of green, a color that matched nothing else in the kitchen. I was embarrassed at the thought of having friends come over, and I blamed my dad for that. I know it was a pretty crappy way to feel-if the lack of money bothered me so much, I could have mowed lawns or worked odd jobs, for instance-but that's the way it was. I was as blind as a snail and dumb as a camel, but even if I told you I regret my immaturity now, I can't undo the past.

My dad sensed that something was changing, but he was at a loss as to what to do about us. He tried, though, in the only way he knew how, the only way his father knew. He talked about coins-it was the one topic he could discuss with ease-and continued to cook my breakfasts and dinners; but our estrangement grew worse over time. At the same time, I pulled away from the friends I'd always known. They were breaking into cliques, based primarily on what movies they were going to see or the latest shirts they bought from the mall, and I found myself on the outside looking in. Screw them, I thought. In high school, there's always a place for everyone, and I began falling in with the wrong sort of crowd, a crowd that didn't give a damn about anything, which left me not giving a damn, either. I began to cut classes and smoke and was suspended for fighting on three occasions.

I gave up sports, too. I'd played football and basketball and run track until I was a sophomore, and though my dad sometimes asked how I did when I got home, he seemed uncomfortable if I went into detail, since it was obvious he didn't know a thing about sports. He'd never been on a team in his life. He showed up for a single basketball game during my sophomore year. He sat in the stands, an odd balding guy wearing a worn sport jacket and socks that didn't match. Though he wasn't obese, his pants nipped at the waist, making him look as if he were three months pregnant, and I knew I wanted nothing to do with him. I was embarrassed by the sight of him, and after the game, I avoided him. I'm not proud of myself for that, but that's who I was.

Things got worse. During my senior year, my rebellion reached a high point. My grades had been slipping for two years, more from laziness and lack of care than intelligence (I like to think), and more than once my dad caught me sneaking in late at night with booze on my breath. I was escorted home by the police after being found at a party where drugs and drinking were evident, and when my dad grounded me, I stayed at a friend's house for a couple of weeks after raging at him to mind his own business. He said nothing upon my return; instead, scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon were on the table in the mornings as usual. I barely passed my classes, and I suspect the school let me graduate simply because it wanted me out of there. I know my dad was worried, and he would sometimes, in his own shy way, broach the subject of college, but by then I'd made up my mind not to go. I wanted a job, I wanted a car, I wanted those material things I'd lived eighteen years without.

I said nothing to him about it one way or the other until the summer after graduation, but when he realized I hadn't even applied to junior college, he locked himself in his den for the rest of the night and said nothing to me over our eggs and bacon the next morning. Later that evening, he tried to engage me in another discussion about coins, as if grasping for the companionship that had somehow been lost between us.

"Do you remember when we went to Atlanta and you were the one who found that buffalo head nickel we'd been looking for for years?" he started. "The one where we had our picture taken? I'll never forget how excited you were. It reminded me of my father and me."

I shook my head, all the frustration of life with my dad coming to the surface. "I'm sick and tired of hearing about coins!" I shouted at him. "I never want to hear about them again! You should sell the damn collection and do something else. Anything else."

My dad said nothing, but to this day I'll never forget his pained expression when at last he turned and trudged back to his den. I'd hurt him, and though I told myself I hadn't wanted to, deep down I knew I was lying to myself. From then on my dad rarely brought up the subject of coins again. Nor did I. It became a yawning gulf between us, and it left us with nothing to say to each other. A few days later, I realized that the only photograph of us was gone as well, as if he believed that even the slightest reminder of coins would offend me. At the time, it probably would have, and even though I assumed that he'd thrown it away, the realization didn't bother me at all.

Growing up, I'd never considered entering the military. Despite the fact that eastern North Carolina is one of the most militarily dense areas of the country-there are seven bases within a few hours' driving time from Wilmington-I used to think that military life was for losers. Who wanted to spend his life getting ordered around by a bunch of crew-cut flunkies? Not me, and aside from the ROTC guys, not many people in my high school, either. Instead, most of the kids who'd been good students headed off to the University of North Carolina or North Carolina State, while the kids who hadn't been good students stayed behind, bumming around from one lousy job to the next, drinking beer and hanging out, and pretty much avoiding anything that might require a shred of responsibility.


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SHARON39 More than 1 year ago
Another brilliant piece of writing! John, Savannah and Tim in North Carolina; all about love, patriotism, heartache, tragedy, romance and sacrifice to bring you the tender trappings to capture your heart and bring you to tears. Compelling and full of compassion! You can't go wrong with Nicholas Sparks!
BookCatTF More than 1 year ago
I love Nicholas Sparks' writing and was really looking forward to reading this book, but I didn't enjoy it as much as other Sparks books. I didn't connect with Savannah at all and found her to be a little annoying at times. The part of the book I did like was the part that dealt with John and his father, but that isn't really the main focus. It seems that Sparks' books are starting to fall into a formula, and the father-son relationship broke out of that and was a nice change. Since the movie The Notebook was done so well (I enjoyed it more than the book itself), it seems like Sparks writes his books with the intent that they will be made into movies where the characters will define themselves rather than for the books to stand on their own. My favorite Sparks book is A Message in a Bottle - Dear John can't compare to that in my opinion, but I will still read Sparks because I know when he hits the mark for me, it's a great read. (oh and I hope it's not true that the movie will have Miley Cyrus as the Savannah character.... ughhhh now I can't watch it! sorry hannah fans!)
Coether More than 1 year ago
I have read just about every novel Nicholas Sparks has written. Even though I've enjoyed and loved them all, Dear John was different. Dear John was by far one of Spark's best work. He created dynamic characters and I enjoyed discovering their personalities and lifestyles. The path Spark's chose to lead him to the ending of this novel was amazing. John Tyree was a teenage rebel raised by a father who wasn't capable of showing affection. He grew up misunderstanding his father and ultimately blaming him for certain aspects of his life. One evening he realizes he's been throwing his life away. After a couple days of pondering, John decides to join the army. This was the biggest decision of his life and it truly defined him. The army turned him into the wonderful man he has become. Somewhere along the way John met Savannah. Their time together was limited. She was working on building a house as part of Habitat for Humanity and he was returning to duty in two weeks. Their relationship started out as friendship but quickly evolved into much more. They had found in each other something they hadn't been able to find with anyone else. They found love. John returns to the army vowing to return for Savannah. Savannah too vows to wait for John. The distance strengthened their relationship until John broke his promise. His actions were reasonable but the damage they caused was life altering. His decision to re-enlist after 9/11 prolonged the beginning of John's live with Savannah. It simply became too much to handle. The distance between them began to weaken their relationship and there was nothing either of them could do but watch it begin to fall apart. It wasn't what either of them expected or wanted, it came unwelcomed. Neither John nor Savannah could prevent it and it tore them apart from each other. Even though Dear John had a bittersweet ending, it was the proper ending. This novel is worth reading over and over and over again. I've read it twice and even though I know and understand the ending, I can't help but wish their story never ended.
AndreaMG More than 1 year ago
Nicholas Sparks is great at what he does. I couldn't put this book down. Although it doesn't end the way I was hoping, it's still a great book and shows how strong love is and what people will do for the ones they love. You may be disappointed if you like all books to have a happy ending where the boy gets the girl. I can't wait for the movie... I think Channing Tatum will do a great job portraying John.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed the book. I thought it was a sweet love story. I would read it again and again if I wouldn't cry every time. The plot was nice. Some parts you could see coming from miles away but other parts just surprised me like a surprise party. The characters, John Tyree and Savannah Lynn Curtis, were described very well. I felt that if I saw them walking on a sidewalk somewhere I would know exactly who they were. I love romance stories so I loved this book. Nicholas Sparks' is a wonderful writer. I could feel the love, hurt, and sadness they had for each other. I could see some parts so well it almost felt like I was there. Like the part when John's dad is in the hospital dying, it felt like I was there. I could see every expression on everyone's faces by the way Nicholas described their emotions or their personality. I liked the setting because it's so realistic. This story could actually happen in real life. A guy and a girl can fall in love then the guy can be called to go to the war, then when he comes back and everything changes. The beach was a good place for them to meet because they learned a lot about each other there, like they both are good surfers and John knew the most unique restaurants. My opinion of the book is everyone that likes romance novels should read this. It's my favorite book. Over all I really loved this book. It was romantic, heart breaking, and realistic. It was one of the best books I've ever read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I could not put down this book from the moment I started. The story was easy to read, and it kept my interest throughout. It was touching and romantic. I have read several books by Nicholas Sparks and this is definitely my favorite. I highly recommend this book if you want a touching, romantic, wonderful "feel good" story.
someboddy More than 1 year ago
Dear John is a superbly written novel. Sparks being one of my favorite authors, never disappoints novel after novel. This happens to be a favorite. The plot is beautifully thought out, but never predictable, I find myself shocked at some events, you'd think there would be a fairytale ending, that true love would still exist despite anything in the world. Myself being only 13,found that the novel sort of grows you up, or should I say matures you? I found myself at the end having a different perspective on certain things. At the end of each page, I'd find myself rereading bits and pieces of my favorite parts, tearing with every word. I felt whatever emotion John & Savannah felt, I felt the pain and every struggle they went through, yes it sounds cheesey but it seriously engages you. I cried countless times reading this novel, but just couldn't seem to put down the book. Just hoping that they would somehow be back together again. The ending is not happy nor sad, it's rather neutral. It leaves you in tears, and butterflies in your stomach wanting more & more.
TerBenn More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed Nicholas Sparks' "Dear John" (2006)! I bought it to take with me on a short trip that I wanted something engaging to read during my 'down time'. However, it was SO good that, having made the mistake of starting it early, I finished it before my departure on the trip! It drew my interest so quickly and completely that I, quite obviously, had trouble putting it down. It is another masterpiece by Sparks. I appreciate how the story is told in first person narrative in a manner that had me both admiring and admonishing the protagonist. You cannot help but get drawn into this very realistic life saga of these two young lovers and, in so doing, get a little glimpse of yourself. After all, isn't that what we relish in the best of fiction? It's a quick and engaging read that allows for volumes of introspection and evaluation of life's decisions. Life is seldom easy and love is, as Sparks so succinctly reminds us, no exception. Another triumph for this gifted author. Thank you, Mr. Sparks!
iLuvOth More than 1 year ago
I was never much of a reader until one day I opened up this book. I never thought you could cry over reading a book but booooy I was wrong...I cried like a baby...especially the part when Savannah wrote John that farewell letter he read on the plane :( it touched me so much like I was there cause I to was a military wife & felt that intense feeling when husband/bf at the time left to basic training. I couldnt put this book down. Id have to be up for work at 630am & found myself still reading till 2am with my back aching lol! but this book is sooo worth it. Nicholas Sparks can write let me tell ya :) I hope this book makes it in theaters asap. Truly my fave book ever. I recommend it ;)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the most amazing book i have ever read. Dear John is fully written in exquisite detail and give vivid images of how Savannah and John truley feel about eachother. This is a bittersweet love novel that kept me at the edge of my seat throughout the whole journey. Nicholas Sparks is an excellent author. I look foward to his other books as well. I recommend this book to everyone. You wont regret buying this book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I don't think I've ever read a book that's made me cry and hurt as much as this one. I honestly felt the pain of both John and Savannah. While the beginning of the book seemed a little boring, it was worth it. And knowing all those details were important to the rest of the story. Though this was a very sad story, it was by far one of the best books I've ever read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a fantastic book. I love the fact that it written from John's view. That makes it that much more of a love story. I like the bookending just as much as the movie ending Its a great love story that quite possible could be real life. Nicholas is great writer, can wait to see what he writes next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. It was heart-breakingly beautiful! I love Nicholas Sparks works. He makes you feel the characters and their emotions. His voice is portrayed wonderfully in this book. Its almost as if he was the main character and he went through all this pain. The book wasn't cheesy it didn't evolve two of which of the differnt gender having each other in the bed, at all times. It was sweet and sentimental. And another thing (which I loved) is that you could feel the pain and heart-break. I cried so much through this book. I couldn't put it down. I had to know; was she going to take him? (Or) Was she going to leave him...? The only main problem I had about it was, it was so sad!! I hated the ending but at the same time I loved it! This story was painful to read and you might never think twice to read it again but, it was one of the greatest love story I ever read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Barely on the 3rd page and already crazy in love with this book!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've read this book a couple of years ago, and until now, whenever i'm asked what's my favorite of all the books i've read, this is the first thing that comes to my mind. The book is far better than the movie.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another winner! I have only started reading Sparks' books this year and I'm hooked! It's hard to say which one is better than the other but this one is definitely up there! Yes some parts were predictable but the story in itself was great.
piercka1 More than 1 year ago
This is one case where I saw the movie first and then read the book. It is usually the other way around for me. I defidently prefer the book version rather than the movie version. I liked that the book had a better plot around some of the main characters than the movie did. I love Nicholas Sparks attention to detail and how he describes the places that the books are taking place at. He is a gifted writer who never disappoints.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is qmazing! I usually dont read books more than once or twice but iv read Dear John atleast 6 times! It was so well written that even after reading so often i still cant put it down until i finish it! AMAZING BOOK!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best book i haave ever readdd, could not put it down!!!!! OBSESSEED!!!
PrincessLulu More than 1 year ago
Warning this is a review on the book not the movie. Yes the movie was kind of sweet and romantic but it in no way came close to the intensity that was described in the book. John was a out of control teenager going no where real quick, so he decided that he needed the military. Savannah a good christian girl that falls madly in love with a soldier. Of course they decide to wait for each other and of course the distance and time proved to be too much to handle. The plot is common the writing is not. Nickolas Sparks writes with so much ease. The words and the thoughts just flow easily. I just couldn't put the book down. The romance and the love that John and Savannah share was sweet and it never got rated R; which means this book is for everybody. I haven't decided if I like the ending. No matter how much I wanted for John and Savannah to live happily ever after, they didn't. John technically saved Tim's, Savannah's husband, life and ensured that Savannah would live a life time of happiness with Tim. Romantic right? It's not the ending I wanted and of course it is not the ending the movie accepted. I hate that John ended up alone. That is only thing about the movie that I hated. I'm a sucker for happy endings, but I still recommend this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If your in for a heartbreaker than this book is for you. This is an unforgettable book that tells you what love really means and how far you will go to have it. At points it was hard not to cry. Not knowing what he wanted to do with his life John Tryee a rebel joined the army after high school. To him at the time he really didn't consider that he had a family. His mom had left him and his dad when he was a year old. All his dad ever talked about was his coin collection and as you can imagine John got tired of it, so they weren't close. On a leave John meets Savannah and they fall in love. During his leave Savannah encourages him to talk to his father. He and his father become as close as ever. When it is time to go he promises Savannah something that he hopes to keep. They sent letters and called each other but it was never the same. They became distant. When something happens to John's father he must come home, but what comes after that will surprise everyone. This truly is a great book. This was the first Nicholas Sparks book I have read and now I can see why everybody loves him.
Leya More than 1 year ago
Good book people. This novel was on my mind when I didn't have time to read it, when I was taking breaks, and muchh after I read it. Its been months, but still the memory of going through those pages is fresh. I recommend this book to people of both genders. It is truly an amazing book, the characters are likable and easy to relate with. I will forever keep it in my library to refer back to it. Read this if you haven't discovered this authors brilliance already!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Dear John was such a touching book. Though the ending was a little disappointing and I wish so much that it was much happier I fell deeply for this book. Nicholas Sparks is such a phenominal writer and this novel is no exception to his excellence. One day maybe I can write a best seller like this that makes people feel for their characters. Anyone reading this review should stop right now and BUY THE BOOK!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Nicholas Sparks is known for writing love stories, Dear John being one of the. It was an extraordinary boo, I would recommend this book to those who find it fascinating reading about young romance. Dear John is full of suspence, romance, tragedy and full of situations that happen on a daily bases. A lot of people can relate to Savannah ( one of the main characters) because of the war going on. In the book, the war is very important, war leads to dead soldiers and civilians, but most importantly it causes change in our lives forever, whether it be big or small. Sometimes change is for the better and other times it is not. Savannah and Tim experience a good change, while John goes through challenges in life alone. Yet in the end, the meaning of true love is indicated, with the simple question "What does it mean to truly love another?" (pg. 1) Nicholas Sparks does a nice job enhancing the power of the relationship between John and Savannah as realistic as possible. Their love is so real that just by reading the book it seems as if you're reading their minds or as if you're their with them . although it may have an unexpected ending, it makes you realize that life is not always a fairytale; not everything in life has a happy ending. By: Dayyan Alban