Three Weeks with My Brother

Three Weeks with My Brother

by Nicholas Sparks, Micah Sparks


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In this New York Times bestseller, follow the author of The Notebook as he travels the world with his brother learning about faith, loss, connection, and hope.

As moving as his bestselling works of fiction, Nicholas Sparks's unique memoir, written with his brother, chronicles the life-affirming journey of two brothers bound by memories, both humorous and tragic. In January 2003, Nicholas Sparks and his brother, Micah, set off on a three-week trip around the globe. It was to mark a milestone in their lives, for at thirty-seven and thirty-eight respectively, they were now the only surviving members of their family.

Against the backdrop of the wonders of the world and often overtaken by their feelings, daredevil Micah and the more serious, introspective Nicholas recalled their rambunctious childhood adventures and the tragedies that tested their faith. And in the process, they discovered startling truths about loss, love, and hope.

Narrated with irrepressible humor and rare candor, and including personal photos, THREE WEEKS WITH MY BROTHER reminds us to embrace life with all its uncertainties...and most of all, to cherish the joyful times, both small and momentous, and the wonderful people who make them possible.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780756963064
Publisher: Grand Central Pub
Publication date: 01/03/2006
Pages: 356
Sales rank: 471,778
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.20(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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Three Weeks with My Brother

By Nicholas Sparks Micah Sparks

Warner Books

Copyright © 2004 Nicholas Sparks and Michael Sparks
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-53244-4

Chapter One

Many stories begin with a simple lesson learned, and our family's story is no exception. For brevity's sake, I'll summarize.

In the beginning, we children were conceived. And the lesson learned-at least according to my Catholic mother- goes like this:

"Always remember," she told me, "that no matter what the church tells you, the rhythm method doesn't work."

I looked up at her, twelve years old at the time. "You mean to say that we were all accidents?"

"Yep. Each and every one of you." "But good accidents, right?"

She smiled. "The very best kind." Still, after hearing this story, I wasn't sure quite what to think. On one hand, it was obvious that my mom didn't regret having us. On the other hand, it wasn't good for my ego to think of myself as an accident, or to wonder whether my sudden appearance in the world came about because of one too many glasses of champagne. Still, it did serve to clear things up for me, for I'd always wondered why our parents hadn't waited before having children. They certainly weren't ready for us, but then, I'm not exactly sure they'd been ready for marriage either.

Both my parents were born in 1942, and with World War II in its early stages, both my grandfathers served in the military. My paternal grandfather was a career officer; my dad, Patrick Michael Sparks, spent his childhood moving from one military base to the next, and growing up largely in the care of his mother. He was the oldest of five siblings, highly intelligent, and attended boarding school in England before his acceptance at Creighton University in Omaha, Nebraska. It was there that he met my mom, Jill Emma Marie Thoene.

Like my dad, my mom was the oldest child in her family. She had three younger brothers and sisters, and was mostly raised in Nebraska where she developed a lifelong love of horses. Her father was an entrepreneur who ran a number of different businesses in the course of his life. When my mom was a teenager, he owned a movie theater in Lyons, a tiny town of a few hundred people nestled just off the highway in the midst of farmland. According to my mom, the theater was part of the reason she'd attended boarding school as well.

Supposedly, she'd been sent away because she'd been caught kissing a boy, though when I asked about it, my grandmother adamantly denied it. "Your mother always was a storyteller," my grandmother informed me. "She used to make up the darnedest things, just to get a reaction from you kids."

"So why did you ship her off to boarding school?" "Because of all the murders," my grandmother said. "Lots of young girls were getting killed in Lyons back then." I see.

Anyway, after boarding school, my mother headed off to Creighton University just like my dad, and I suppose it was the similarities between my parents' lives that first sparked their interest in each other. Whatever the reason, they began dating as sophomores, and gradually fell in love. They courted for a little more than a year, and were both twenty-one when they married on August 31, 1963, prior to the beginning of their senior year in college.

A few months later, the rhythm method failed and my mom learned the first of her three lessons. Micah was born on December 1, 1964. By spring, she was pregnant again, and I followed on December 31, 1965. By the following spring, she was pregnant with my sister, Dana, and decided that from that point on, she would take birth control matters into her own hands.

After graduation, my dad chose to pursue a master's degree in business at the University of Minnesota and the family moved near Watertown in the autumn of 1966. My sister, Dana, was born, like me, on December 31, and my mother stayed home to raise us while my father went to school during the day and tended bar at night.

Because my parents couldn't afford much in the way of rent, we lived miles from town in an old farmhouse that my mother swore was haunted. Years later, she told me that she used to see and hear things late at night-crying, laughing, and whispered conversations-but as soon as she would get up to check on us, the noises would fade away.

A likelier explanation was that she was hallucinating. Not because she was crazy-my mom was probably the most stable person I've ever known-but because she must have spent those first few years in a foggy world of utter exhaustion.

And I don't mean the kind of exhaustion easily remedied by a couple of days of sleeping in late. I mean the kind of unending physical, mental, and emotional exhaustion that makes a person look like they've been swirled around in circles by their earlobes for hours before being plunked down at the kitchen table in front of you. Her life must have been absolute hell. Beginning at age twenty-five, with three babies in cloth diapers-with the exception of those times when her mother came to visit-she was completely isolated for the next two years. There was no family nearby to lend support, we were poor as dirt, and we lived in the middle of nowhere.

Nor could my mom so much as venture into the nearest town, for my father took the car with him to both school and work. Throw in a couple of Minnesota winters where snow literally reached the roof, subtract my always busy dad from the equation, throw in the unending whining and crying of babies and toddlers, and even then I'm not sure it's possible to imagine how miserable she must have been. Nor was my father much help-at that point in his life, he simply couldn't. I've often wondered why he didn't get a regular job, but he didn't, and it was all he could do to work and study and attend his classes. He would leave first thing in the morning and return long after everyone else had gone to bed.

So with the exception of three little kids, my mother had absolutely no one to talk to. She must have gone days or even weeks without having a single adult conversation.

Because he was the oldest, my mom saddled Micah with responsibilities far beyond his years-certainly with more responsibility than I'd ever trust my kids with. My mom was notorious for drumming old-fashioned, midwestern values into our heads and my brother's command soon became, "It's your job to take care of your brother and sister, no matter what." Even at three, he did. He helped feed me and my sister, bathed us, entertained us, watched us as we toddled around the yard. There are pictures in our family albums of Micah rocking my sister to sleep while feeding her a bottle, despite the fact that he wasn't all that much bigger than she was. I've come to understand that it was good for him, because a person has to learn a sense of responsibility. It doesn't magically appear one day, simply because you suddenly need it. But I think that because Micah was frequently treated as an adult, he actually believed he was an adult, and that certain rights were owed him. I suppose that's what led to an almost adult sense of stubborn entitlement long before he started school.

My earliest memory, in fact, is about my brother. I was two and a half-Micah a year older-on a late-summer weekend, and the grass was about a foot high. My dad was getting ready to mow the lawn and had pulled the lawn mower out from the shed. Now Micah loved the lawn mower, and I vaguely remember my brother pleading with my father to let him mow the lawn, despite the fact that he wasn't even strong enough to push it. My dad said no, of course, but my brother-all thirty pounds of him-couldn't see the logic of the situation. Nor, he told me later, was he going to put up with such nonsense.

In his own words, "I decided to run away." Now, I know what you're thinking. He's three and a half years old-how far could he go? My oldest son, Miles, used to threaten to run away at that age, too, and my wife and I responded thus: "Go ahead. Just make sure you don't go any farther than the corner." Miles, being the gentle and fearful child that he was, would indeed go no farther than the corner, where my wife and I would watch him from the kitchen window.

Not my brother. No, his thinking went like this: "I'm going to run far away, and since I'm always supposed to take care of my brother and sister, then I guess I have to take them with me."

So he did. He loaded my eighteen-month-old sister in the wagon, took my hand, and sneaking behind the hedges so my parents couldn't see us, began leading us to town. Town, by the way, was two miles away, and the only way to get there was to cross a busy two-lane highway.

We nearly made it, too. I remember marching through fields with weeds nearly as tall as I was, watching butterflies explode into the summer sky. We kept going for what seemed like forever before finally reaching the highway.

There we stood on the shoulder of the road-three children under four, mind you, and one in diapers-buffeted by powerful gusts of wind as eighteen-wheelers and cars rushed past us at sixty miles an hour, no more than a couple of feet away.

I remember my brother telling me, "You have to run fast when I tell you," and the sounds of honking horns and screeching tires after he screamed "Run!" while I toddled across the road, trying to keep up with him.

After that, things are a little sketchy. I remember getting tired and hungry, and finally crawling into the wagon with my sister, while my brother dragged us along like Balto, the lead husky, pushing through Alaskan snow. But I also remember being proud of him. This was fun, this was an adventure. And despite everything, I felt safe. Micah would take care of me, and my command from my mother had always been, "Do what your brother tells you." Even then, I did as I was told. Unlike my brother, I would grow up doing what I was told.

Sometime later, I remember heading over a bridge and up a hill; once we reached the top, we could see the town in the valley below. Years later, I understood that we must have been gone for hours-little legs can only cover two miles so fast-and I vaguely remember my brother promising us some ice cream to eat. Just then, we heard shouting, and as I looked over my shoulder, I saw my mother, frantically rushing up the road behind us. She was screaming at us to STOP! while wildly waving a flyswatter over her head. That's what she used to punish us, by the way. The fly-swatter.

My brother hated the flyswatter. Micah was unquestionably the most frequent recipient of the flyswatter punishment. My mom liked it because even though it stung, it didn't really hurt, and it made a loud noise when connecting with the diaper or through pants. The sound was what really got to you-it's like the popping of a balloon- and to this day, I still feel a strange sort of retributive glee when I swat insects in my home.

It wasn't long after the first time Micah ran away that he did it again. For whatever reason, he got in trouble, and this time it was my dad who went for the flyswatter. By then, Micah had grown tired of this particular punishment, so when he saw my father reaching for it, he said firmly, "You're not going to swat me with it."

My dad turned, flyswatter in hand, and that's when Micah took off. Sitting in the living room, I watched as my four-year-old brother raced from the kitchen, flew by me, and headed up the stairs with my dad close behind. I heard the thumping upstairs as my brother performed various, unknown acrobatics in the bedroom, and a moment later, he was zipping back down the stairs, past me again, through the kitchen and blasting through the back door, moving faster than I'd ever seen him move.

My dad, huffing and puffing-he was a lifelong smoker-rumbled down the stairs, and followed him. I didn't see either of them again for hours. After it was dark, when I was already in bed, I looked up to see my mom leading Micah into our room. My mom tucked him in bed and kissed him on the cheek. Despite the darkness, I could see he was filthy; smeared with dirt, he looked like he'd spent the past few hours underground. As soon as she left, I asked Micah what happened.

"I told him he wasn't going to swat me," he said. "Did he?"

"No. He couldn't catch me. Then he couldn't find me." I smiled, thinking, I knew you'd make it.


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Guest More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading this book. It made me laugh and cry. I didn't want to put it down. I really do recomand this book to any one who is a Sparks fan.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I would highly recommend this book. If your a fan of Nicholas Sparks, you will gain a new insight into his life, where he gets inspration for the books that he writes, plus as he shares memories of his youth with his siblings, you take a personal journey as well. If you've never read any of his books, I still would highly recommend this read. Excellant author, excellant trip down memory lane, great life lessons and stories. Well worth the money and then some.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is one of Sparks' better books, however as I have read all of them, and they are ALL good - this one I really enjoyed since it was an autobiography. This book made me respect Sparks even more as I didnt realize the hardships he has lived throughout his life. I am not usually a non-fiction reader, but this I definitely recommend. I wish I had read it sooner to get more insight on Sparks' life. It is a very sweet story centered around family - the most important thing in life.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a MUST read! I can't tell you how many times I've read this book. I've lost track, but after the first time I read it, I bought the audio cd set and made my family listen to it while we were traveling to our vacation destination. They LOVED it! I was even lucky enough to meet Micah and Nicholas Sparks when they were promoting this book. They are wonderul people especially for two brothers who have had ti face the tragidy that they have had to face. Read the book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
His best work in my opinion
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Yet another great book by Nicholas Sparks! I'm thinking this may have been a perfect book to begin with, then all of his books would have been even more memorable! But, now I can reread them all again and watch the movies and relate even more to the characters! I love his wruting style and can trust that I am reading a decent novel!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As a lover if all things Nicholas Sparks, I bought this initially to have a complete collection. I will admit it sat on my shelf for quite some time and I finally got around to reading it. It is just as good if not better than his others. I love that I can now look back at his other books and see where he draws inspiration. A truly wonderful book.
Halvor More than 1 year ago
I have never read a book written by Nicholas Sparks that I didn't like, and I believe I've read all of them. "Three Weeks With My Brother" was simply captivating in the familial aspect as well as the beautiful descriptive thruout.
Patriciarauda More than 1 year ago
This is a really great book; very family oriented and has a lot of exiting adventures. i got the book and I couldn’t stop reading, it’s very interesting and many can relate. it’s a different type of reading that Nicholas writes. Usually he has love stories fiction books. At first I was intimidated to read this because I thought it wants going to be interesting as his other books, but it really caught my attention. It’s about his relationship with his older brother Micah, and how his relationship changes as they get older and how they try and reconciliation that lost bond between them. To be honest when I first read it I thought it was made up because of how his childhood was, but then I realized it’s a memoir and he's just opening up his feelings to the public. I was surprised when I first read the shows a new insight into Nicholas Sparks’ life, and how he's inspired to right all his other books, that captivate our attention. It may be the most interesting non-fiction book I’ve ever read. He’s done a good job with his other books; this is just another book to add into his category of amazing well written novels.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A wonderful memoir! I'm a big fan of Nicholas Sparks, but memoirs aren't normally my area of interest, so I put off reading "Three Weeks With My Brother." Finally, I decided to give it a try, and as with all of his books, I couldn't put it down. The way he wove the story of his 3-week trip around the world with his brother, along with the story of their lives, was genius. Nicholas has known real tragedy and real love, which explains how he is able to write such heart-wrenching, touching stories filled with love. If you are a fan and haven't read this yet, don't do yourself a disservice - read it now. If you are a fan of reading memoirs, I have a feeling you'll find this one among some of the best. What a life he's had! It was almost like reading one of his novels. Hats off to Nicholas Sparks - you are even more of an inspiration to me now than you were before I read this amazing story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it.
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dfullmer on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was a great autobiography/travelogue. I really enjoyed getting to know the author and his brother and hearing the story of their childhood and adult lives. It really gave me some insight into raising my children. Thanks for a great book.
swilliams1203 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was so unlike any other Nicholas Sparks book, I was afraid I wouldn't like it. I, however LOVED it! I have read his books for so many years that it was just so riveting reading about his life. It was also very interesting to see what inspired him to write so many of my favorite novels. It was fantastic!
bermudaonion on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
In 2002, Nicholas Sparks received a pamphlet in the mail from Notre Dame, his alma mater, about a three week, around the world trip they were sponsoring. The trip looked wonderful, and Nicholas couldn¿t get it out of his mind. He knew that he and his wife couldn¿t go, since they had five small children, so he decided to invite his brother. In January and February 2003, the Sparks brothers ¿ Nicholas and Micah embarked on the journey of a lifetime.In Three Weeks With My Brother, Nicholas and Micah open each chapter with a story from their trip that made them reminisce about their past. Since their father was a student when the Sparks children (Micah, Nicholas and Dana) were born, they were poor for most of their childhood. Nicholas didn¿t know that milk came in a liquid form until he started school. Their mother was vibrant, charismatic and loving, but she raised her children with few rules, causing them to grow up very close. The family had to move several times over the years and the moves were always much easier for outgoing Micah than they were for introspective Nicholas. Nicholas and Micah have had more than their share of tragedies in their lives, but they¿ve also had great triumphs and have learned to appreciate the small things in life.I found this book to be very readable, enjoyable and emotional. I never knew how driven and hard working Nicholas is. He received a track scholarship to Notre Dame, but he¿s the first to admit that he¿s not a natural athlete, but a very hard working one. Nicholas and Micah are very close and they¿re both family men ¿ dedicated to their wives and their children. From the emotion that comes through in this book, I get the feeling that Nicholas writes from the heart. I recommend this book to all Nicholas Sparks fans and those who enjoy memoirs.
javajoe96 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I was hessitant to read this Sparks book because I knew it was going to be a completely different from his normal book. But I did finally sit down and read it and I love it. I really enjoyed reading this book and but also gave me more insight into his other books and better connection.
bibliophileofalls on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
In January 2003, Nicholas Sparks and his brother Micah set off on a three-week trip around the world. It was to mark a milestone in their lives, for at 37 and 38 respectively, they were now the only surviving members of their family. As Nicholas and Micah travel the globe, the intimate story of their family unfolds in the details of the untimely deaths of their parents and only sister. Against the backdrop of the wonders of the world, the Sparks brothers band together to heal, to remember, and to learn to live life to the fullest.
heheha on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
When we read books we often do not think about the author or why he would have someone die in most of his books. Most books have a important lesson that is taught . Three Weeks with My Brother is a memoir that teaches us to appreciate life while you are still living. It it teaches us to love and to cherish everyday and every one. it takes place in different parts of the world while Nicholas and his brother Micah are traveling around the world .While they are traveling they remember there past and they look back a the way things where and why things happened the ways thing happened. It teaches us to never loose faith to remember the ones we lost and to always hope for the better. I would recommend this book to all who love novels by Nicholas Sparks. This book has taught me why he wrote and what inspired him to write a specific novel. It made me laugh in some parts and cry in others and most important It has taught me to put family first in everything.
helenvigg on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
If you enjoy Nicholas Sparks books, you will enjoy readying about his adventures with his brother Micah, both during their trip and throughout their childhood. Nicholas does an excellent job of interweaving his growing up experiences with his three week trip he took with his brother. It will give you a greater insight of who Nicholas Sparks is and why he writes the heartwarming stories he does and also how so many of his books are from actual events throughout this life.
Daniel.Estes on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Here's a touching memoir from Nicholas Sparks, currently one of the more popular authors with credits such as The Notebook, Message in a Bottle and A Walk to Remember. This account of his life is structured around a multi-continent trip he takes with his older brother, Micah. The stories from his past are the most colored and interesting, and focus on three points of view: His relationship with Micah, the kids' relationship with their mother and the struggles the parents endured to support their family. Micah was a classic firstborn child, often acting as protector to his siblings and always taking risks in his exploration of life. Nicholas, or Nicky, was the middle child, and the boys had a younger sister named Dana. Their mother is a pleasure to read; she has this striking ability to be both unconditionally loving of her children and giving them endless school-of-hard-knocks lessons on life. The family had very little material wealth growing up though the children never knew the difference. The Sparks family experiences many life challenges and tragedy around the time Nicolas is just getting off the ground as an author. I'm of the mind that much good can always come from a great loss. It's just a matter of time and focus. Nicholas Sparks has suffered much though he should rejoice at the art he's been fortunate to pass on to others.
foof2you on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A good story about brother reconnecting and dealing with their past. Using a trip around the world to facilitate the conversation and the joys of world travel.
jo2son on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This memoir by author Nicholas Sparks and his brother Micah intertwines the story of their lives with a trip they take around the world. Their descriptions of the places they saw were interesting. Reading about their lives and what they have gone through as a family was poignant.
tracylg13 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
WOW. I had no idea all the heartache and trajedy Nicholas Sparks has endured. I enjoyed the travel stories of him and his brother. It was heartfelt how they leaned on each other through not only the tough times but the good times as well. A great book to share with all family members as it makes you want to reach out to them just to let them know you love them. This being a biography of sorts its different from the other books by Nicholas Sparks. I am glad he took the time out of his hectic life and schedule to share his family with us.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I’ve loved every Nicholas Sparks book that I’ve read (and that’s all of them). However, since I’m not into “world travel”, I found myself, skimming through all the sections pertaining to the sites they visited, in an attempt to get to the parts about his family life. His story is heart wrenching. I’m amazed that after all he has been through, that he continues to succeed in writing “winning” novels, every time! So although I’m not a major fan of this particular story, I’d still recommend it as a very good read!
bluesviola on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
an interesting story of the lives of 2 brothers woven through their travels around the world. This is NOT a travel book, it is a bio. Probably the only Sparks book worth reading I've been told.