I know it's become cliche, thanks to every Gosling Meme ever (& every ridiculously cheesy Sparks novel that followed), but dam*it this book STILL gets me. Swoony. Snot-sobbing. Heartclenches. Reading the last 1/3 is like the scene in Sleepless in Seattle where Rita Wilson describes the ending of Affair To Remember & ends up crying & mumbling & yeah that's me. Every time. I love grand love stories like this book.
