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When someone on
Facebook asked, “are there any men who write romance?” I immediately thought of
Nicholas Sparks and his seventeen romance novels. I went to my bookshelves and
prowled through the section where I had his books filled neatly away. It had
been a number of years since I had read The
Guardian, so I brought it back to my easy chair and decided to read it
again. In the few minutes I had been gone from my computer, several comments
had been posted, and a few of them said that Sparks didn’t really write
Romance. One woman, with her tongue planted firmly in her cheek said, “there
isn’t a single chiseled chin or a drop-dead gorgeous he-man in any of his
books. The characters are just ordinary people.” The Guardian was published in
2003, but I couldn’t wait to read it again.
The guardian is the
story of Julie Barenson, a young woman who had struggled through her teen
years, then found the man of her dreams; someone who loved and valued her. His
sudden death left her devastated, alone, and unable to pick up her life again.
Then she received a letter her husband had written before he died promising
that he would look after her, and asking her to find someone else to love her.
The note was attached to a box containing a small ugly puppy. Four years passed
and she began to date again, but what kind of man did she really want to spend
the rest of her life with? Did she want to get romantically involved with Mike,
her best friend, or did she want it to be Richard who was trying to sweep her
off her feet? The book is filled with suspense. You might say that is a
romantic thriller, but however you label this book, it is exciting and unforgettable.
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