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From the dark days of WWII to present-day North Carolina, this New York Times bestseller shares the lives of two couples overcoming destructive secrets—and finding joy together. Ira Levinson is in trouble. Ninety-one years old, stranded, and injured after a car crash, he struggles to maintain consciousness—until a blurry image materializes beside him: his beloved wife, Ruth, who passed away nine years ago. Urging him to hang on, she forces him to remain alert by recounting the stories of their lifetime together—how they met, the precious paintings they collected together, the dark days of WWII, and the war's effect on their families. Ira knows Ruth can't possibly be in the car with him, but he clings to her words and his memories, reliving the sorrows and joys that defined their marriage.
A few miles away, at a local bull-riding event, a Wake Forest College senior's life is about to change. Recovering from a recent break-up, Sophia Danko meets a young cowboy named Luke, who bears little resemblance to the privileged frat boys she's used to encountering at school. Through Luke, Sophia is introduced to a world in which the stakes of survival and success, ruin and reward—even life and death—loom large in everyday life. As she and Luke fall in love, Sophia finds herself imagining a future far removed from her plans—a future that Luke has the power to rewrite . . . if the secret he's keeping doesn't destroy it first.
Ira and Ruth. Sophia and Luke. Two couples who have little in common, and who are separated by years and experience. Yet their lives will converge with unexpected poignancy, reminding us all that even the most difficult decisions can yield extraordinary journeys beyond despair and beyond death, to the farthest reaches of the human heart. The Longest Ride is a tale of timeless love, filled with unforgettable characters and unforeseen twists. It's a story about the choices we make, and how the most difficult decisions can lead us to where we were meant to be.
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He believed that most people, when given the choice, would do what was right, even when it was hard, and he believed that good almost always triumphed over evil.
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His voice, even now, follows me everywhere on this longest of rides, this thing called life.
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Trust people, he would tell me, until they give you a reason not to. And then never turn your back.
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"Epic Sparks . . . showcases the author's most accomplished work to date . . . There are moments of perfection . . . Reaching not only young and old, the novel is commingled with enough cowboy action, literary flavor, and a maturing gift for dialogue to reach across the sexes."―Mountain Times (NC)
"These parallel love stories are each rich in their own right, but together, they tell a broader and more complicated tale of love's growth and evolution over time . . . some surprising twists right up until the very end."―BookReporter.com
“For Sparks, weighty matters of the day remain set pieces, furniture upon which to hang timeless tales of chaste longing and harsh fate.”―Washington Post
"Sparks is a poet . . . a master."―Philadelphia Inquirer
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With over 100 million copies of his books sold, Nicholas Sparks is one of the world's most beloved storytellers. His novels include sixteen #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.
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The Longest Ride By Nicholas Sparks, Ron McLarty, January LaVoy, Hachette Audio
CHAPTER 1
Early February 2011
Ira
I sometimes think to myself that I'm the last of my kind.
My name is Ira Levinson. I'm a southerner and a Jew, and equally proud to havebeen called both at one time or another. I'm also an old man. I was born in1920, the year that alcohol was outlawed and women were given the right to vote,and I often wondered if that was the reason my life turned out the way it did.I've never been a drinker, after all, and the woman I married stood in line tocast a ballot for Roosevelt as soon as she reached the appropriate age, so itwould be easy to imagine that the year of my birth somehow ordained it all.
My father would have scoffed at the notion. He was a man who believed in rules."Ira," he would say to me when I was young and working with him in thehaberdashery, "let me tell you something you should never do," and then he wouldtell me. His Rules for Life, he called them, and I grew up hearing myfather's rules on just about everything. Some of what he told me was moral innature, rooted in the teachings of the Talmud; and they were probably the samethings most parents said to their children. I was told that I should never lieor cheat or steal, for instance, but my father—a sometimes Jew, he calledhimself back then—was far more likely to focus on the practical. Never goout in the rain without a hat, he would tell me. Never touch a stove burner, onthe off chance it still might be hot. I was warned that I should never count themoney in my wallet in public, or buy jewelry from a man on the street, no matterhow good the deal might seem. On and on they went, these nevers, butdespite their random nature, I found myself following almost every one, perhapsbecause I wanted never to disappoint my father. His voice, even now, follows meeverywhere on this longest of rides, this thing called life.
Similarly, I was often told what I should do. He expected honesty andintegrity in all aspects of life, but I was also told to hold doors for womenand children, to shake hands with a firm grip, to remember people's names, andto always give the customer a little more than expected. His rules, I came torealize, not only were the basis of a philosophy that had served him well, butsaid everything about who he was. Because he believed in honesty and integrity,my father believed that others did as well. He believed in human decency andassumed others were just like him. He believed that most people, when given thechoice, would do what was right, even when it was hard, and he believed thatgood almost always triumphed over evil. He wasn't naive, though. "Trust people,"he would tell me, "until they give you a reason not to. And then never turn yourback."
More than anyone, my father shaped me into the man I am today.
But the war changed him. Or rather, the Holocaust changed him. Not hisintelligence—my father could finish the New York Times crosswordpuzzle in less than ten minutes—but his beliefs about people. The world hethought he knew no longer made sense to him, and he began to change. By then hewas in his late fifties, and after making me a partner in the business, he spentlittle time in the shop. Instead, he became a full-time Jew. He began to attendsynagogue regularly with my mother—I'll get to her later—and offeredfinancial support to numerous Jewish causes. He refused to work on the Sabbath.He followed with interest the news regarding the founding of Israel—andthe Arab-Israeli War in its aftermath—and he began to visit Jerusalem atleast once a year, as if looking for something he'd never known he'd beenmissing. As he grew older, I began to worry more about those overseas trips, buthe assured me that he could take care of himself, and for many years he did.Despite his advancing age, his mind remained as sharp as ever, but unfortunatelyhis body wasn't quite so accommodating. He had a heart attack when he wasninety, and though he recovered, a stroke seven months later greatly weakenedthe right side of his body. Even then, he insisted on taking care of himself. Herefused to move to a nursing home, even though he had to use a walker to getaround, and he continued to drive despite my pleas that he forfeit his license.It's dangerous, I would tell him, to which he would shrug.
What can I do? he would answer. How else would I get to the store?
My father finally died a month before he turned 101, his license still in hiswallet and a completed crossword puzzle on the bed-stand beside him. It had beena long life, an interesting life, and I've found myself thinking about him oftenof late. It makes sense, I suppose, because I've been following in his footstepsall along. I carried with me his Rules for Life every morning as Iopened the shop and in the way I've dealt with people. I remembered names andgave more than was expected, and to this day I take my hat with me when I thinkthere's a chance of rain. Like my father, I had a heart attack and now use awalker, and though I never liked crossword puzzles, my mind seems as sharp asever. And, like my father, I was too stubborn to give up my license. Inretrospect, this was probably a mistake. If I had, I wouldn't be in thispredicament: my car off the highway and halfway down the steep embankment, thehood crumpled from impact with a tree. And I wouldn't be fantasizing aboutsomeone coming by with a thermos full of coffee and a blanket and one of thosemovable thrones that carried the pharaoh from one spot to the next. Because asfar as I can tell, that's just about the only way I'm ever going to make it outof here alive.
I'm in trouble. Beyond the cracked windshield, the snow continues to fall,blurry and disorienting. My head is bleeding, and dizziness comes in waves; I'malmost certain my right arm is broken. Collarbone, too. My shoulder throbs, andthe slightest twitch is agonizing. Despite my jacket, I'm already so cold thatI'm shivering.
I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't afraid. I don't want to die, and thanks tomy parents—my mother lived to ninety-six—I long assumed that I wasgenetically capable of growing even older than I already am. Until a few monthsago, I fully believed I had half a dozen good years left. Well, maybe notgood years. That's not the way it works at my age. I've beendisintegrating for a while now—heart, joints, kidneys, bits and pieces ofmy body beginning to give up the ghost—but recently something else hasbeen added to the mix. Growths in my lungs, the doctor said. Tumors.Cancer. My time is measured in months now, not years ... but even so,I'm not ready to die just yet. Not today. There is something I have to do,something I have done every year since 1956. A grand tradition is coming to anend, and more than anything, I wanted one last chance to say good-bye.
Still, it's funny what a man thinks about when he believes death to be imminent.One thing I know for sure is that if my time is up, I'd rather not go out thisway—body trembling, dentures rattling, until finally, inevitably, my heartjust gives out completely. I know what happens when people die—at my age,I've been to too many funerals to count. If I had the choice, I'd rather go inmy sleep, back home in a comfortable bed. People who die like that look good atthe viewing, which is why, if I feel the Grim Reaper tapping my shoulder, I'vealready decided to try to make my way to the backseat. The last thing I want isfor someone to find me out here, frozen solid in a sitting position like somebizarre ice sculpture. How would they ever get my body out? The way I'm wedgedbehind the wheel, it would be like trying to get a piano out of the bathroom. Ican imagine some fireman chipping away at the ice and wobbling my body back andforth, saying things like "Swing the head this way, Steve," or "Wiggle the oldguy's arms that way, Joe," while they try to manhandle my frozen body out of thecar. Bumping and clunking, pushing and pulling, until, with one last big heave,my body thumps to the ground. Not for me, thanks. I still have my pride. So likeI said, if it comes to that, I'll try my best to make my way to the backseat andjust close my eyes. That way they can slide me out like a fish stick.
But maybe it won't come to that. Maybe someone will spot the tire tracks on theroad, the ones heading straight over the embankment. Maybe someone will stop andcall down, maybe shine a flashlight and realize there's a car down here. Itisn't inconceivable; it could happen. It's snowing and people are alreadydriving slowly. Surely someone's going to find me. They have to find me.
Right?
Maybe not.
The snow continues to fall. My breath comes out in little puffs, like a dragon,and my body has begun to ache with the cold. But it could be worse. Because itwas cold—though not snowing—when I started out, I dressed forwinter. I'm wearing two shirts, a sweater, gloves, and a hat. Right now the caris at an angle, nose pointed down. I'm still strapped into the seat belt, whichsupports my weight, but my head rests on the steering wheel. The air bagdeployed, spreading white dust and the acrid scent of gunpowder throughout thecar. It's not comfortable, yet I'm managing.
But my body throbs. I don't think the air bag worked properly, because my headslammed into the steering wheel and I was knocked unconscious. For how long, Ido not know. The gash on my head continues to bleed, and the bones in my rightarm seem to be trying to pop through my skin. Both my collarbone and my shoulderthrob, and I'm afraid to move. I tell myself it could be worse. Though it issnowing, it is not bitterly cold outside. Temperatures are supposed to dip intothe mid-twenties tonight but will climb into the high thirties tomorrow. It'salso going to be windy, with gusts reaching twenty miles an hour. Tomorrow,Sunday, the winds will be even worse, but by Monday night, the weather willgradually begin to improve. By then, the cold front will have largely passed andthe winds will be almost nonexistent. On Tuesday, temperatures are expected toreach the forties.
I know this because I watch the Weather Channel. It's less depressing than thenews, and I find it interesting. It's not only about the expected weather; thereare shows about the catastrophic effects of weather in the past. I've seen showsabout people who were in the bathroom as a tornado ripped the house from itsfoundation, and I've seen people talk about being rescued after being swept awayby flash flooding. On the Weather Channel, people always survive catastrophe,because these are the people who are interviewed for the program. I like knowingin advance that the people survived. Last year, I watched a story about rush-hour commuters who were surprised by a blizzard in Chicago. Snow came down sofast, the roads were forced to close while people were still on them. For eighthours, thousands of people sat on highways, unable to move while temperaturesplummeted. The story I saw focused on two of the people who'd been in theblizzard, but what struck me while watching was the fact that neither of themseemed prepared for the weather. Both of them became almost hypothermic as thestorm rolled through. This, I must admit, made no sense to me. People who livein Chicago are fully aware that it snows regularly; they experience theblizzards that sometimes roll in from Canada, they must realize it gets cold.How could they not know these things? If I lived in such a place, I would havehad thermal blankets, hats, an additional winter jacket, earmuffs, gloves, ashovel, a flashlight, hand warmers, and bottled water in the trunk of my car byHalloween. If I lived in Chicago, I could be stranded by a blizzard for twoweeks before I began to worry.
My problem, however, is that I live in North Carolina. And normally when Idrive—except for an annual trip to the mountains, usually in thesummer—I stay within a few miles of my home. Thus, my trunk is empty, butI'm somewhat comforted by the fact that even if I had a portable hotel in mytrunk, it would do me no good. The embankment is icy and steep, and there's noway I could reach it, even if it held the riches of Tutankhamun. Still, I'm notaltogether unprepared for what's happened to me. Before I left, I packed athermos full of coffee, two sandwiches, prunes, and a bottle of water. I put thefood in the passenger seat, next to the letter I'd written, and though all of itwas tossed about in the accident, I'm comforted by the knowledge that it's stillin the car. If I get hungry enough, I'll try to find it, but even now Iunderstand that there's a cost to eating or drinking. What goes in must go out,and I haven't yet figured out how it will go out. My walker is in the backseat,and the slope would propel me to my grave; taken with my injuries, a call ofnature is out of the question.
About the accident. I could probably concoct an exciting story about icyconditions or describe an angry, frustrated driver who forced me off the road,but that's not the way it happened. What happened was this: It was dark and itbegan to snow, then snow even harder, and all at once, the road simply vanished.I assume I entered a curve—I say assume, because I obviouslydidn't see a curve—and the next thing I knew, I crashed through theguardrail and began to careen down the steep embankment. I sit here, alone inthe dark, wondering if the Weather Channel will eventually do a show about me.
I can no longer see through the windshield. Though it sends up flares of agony,I try the windshield wipers, expecting nothing, but a moment later they push atthe snow, leaving a thin layer of ice in their wake. It strikes me as amazing,this momentary burst of normalcy, but I reluctantly turn the wipers off, alongwith the headlights, though I'd forgotten they were even on. I tell myself thatI should conserve whatever is left of the battery, in case I have to use thehorn.
I shift, feeling a lightning bolt shoot from my arm up to my collarbone. Theworld goes black. Agony. I breathe in and out, waiting for the white-hot agonyto pass. Dear God, please. It is all I can do not to scream, but then,miraculously, it begins to fade. I breathe evenly, trying to keep the tears atbay, and when it finally recedes, I feel exhausted. I could sleep forever andnever wake up. I close my eyes. I'm tired, so tired.
Strangely, I find myself thinking of Daniel McCallum and the afternoon of thevisit. I picture the gift he left behind, and as I slip away, I wonder idly howlong it will be until someone finds me.
"Ira."
I hear it first in my dream, slurry and unformed, an underwater sound. It takesa moment before I realize someone is saying my name. But that is not possible.
"You must wake up, Ira."
My eyes flutter open. In the seat beside me, I see Ruth, my wife.
"I'm awake," I say, my head still against the steering wheel. Without myglasses, which were lost in the crash, her image lacks definition, like a ghost.
"You drove off the highway."
I blink. "A maniac forced me off the road. I hit a patch of ice. Without mycatlike reflexes, it would have been worse."
"You drove off the road because you are blind as a bat and too old to bedriving. How many times have I told you that you are a menace behind the wheel?"
"You've never said that to me."
"I should have. You didn't even notice the curve." She pauses. "You arebleeding."
Lifting my head, I wipe my forehead with my good hand and it comes back red.There is blood on the steering wheel and the dash, smears of red everywhere. Iwonder how much blood I've lost. "I know."
"Your arm is broken. And your collarbone, too. And there is something wrong withyour shoulder."
"I know," I say again. As I blink, Ruth fades in and out.
"You need to get to the hospital."
"No argument there," I say.
"I am worried about you."
I breathe in and out before I respond. Long breaths. "I'm worried about me,too," I finally say.
My wife, Ruth, is not really in the car. I realize this. She died nine yearsago, the day I felt my life come to a full stop. I had called to her from theliving room, and when she didn't answer, I rose from my chair. I could movewithout a walker back then, though it was still slow going, and after reachingthe bedroom, I saw her on the floor, near the bed, lying on her right side. Icalled for an ambulance and knelt beside her. I rolled her onto her back andfelt her neck, detecting nothing at all. I put my mouth to hers, breathing inand out, the way I had seen on television. Her chest went up and down and Ibreathed until the world went black at the edges, but there was no response. Ikissed her lips and her cheeks, and I held her close against me until theambulance arrived. Ruth, my wife of more than fifty-five years, had died, and inthe blink of an eye, all that I'd loved was gone as well.
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Nicholas Sparks
Nicholas Sparks is one of the world’s most beloved storytellers. All of his books have been New York Times bestsellers, with over 130 million copies sold worldwide, in more than 50 languages, including over 92 million copies in the United States alone.
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. The Notebook has also been adapted into a Broadway musical, featuring music and lyrics by Ingrid Michaelson.
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THE LONGEST RIDE-THE RIDE CALLED LIFE... AND HAPPILY-EVER-AFTERS EVERYONE HOPES TO FIND!!!!
Reviewed in the United States on November 21, 2013
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I am a Huge-and I Mean Huge Fan of Nicholas Sparks. His Books Blow Me Away and Takes My Heart with each one of His books. I Have Read & kept every book He has written & even seen every single Movie that has come from His Books!!! "The Longest Ride", His Latest & Long Awaited Book is NO Exception to how AWSOME His Talent is. He has once again stolen My Heart with this book. (I Can't Wait fot The Movie Adaption to come out)!!!! This Book Literally Blew Me Away. I Don't Like to Spoil any of the Story & Plots, bc I believe everyone should have there own option in what TheyRead & some ppl don't always Read Carefully Enough to Understand what is being told In The Story. If You Read This Story with an open Mind & Your Ability to Understand what He's trying to convey in This Book, You to will Fall Inlove with Both Set of Characters & Plots. The Couples May be Several Years Apart & Grew-up & Lived in Different Generations, but having Read This Book already over 2 times bc I Couldn't Get Enough, You yourself will see how Those 2 different Couples have more in common than you'd think. There feelings, values, ideas, & most importantly there Love-for There Soulmates, are so similar to one another & is so sweet & romantic you just CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF EACH OF THERE STORIES. One Thing I Will Definitely Say to You is Make Sure You Have Plenty of Tissues with You while Reading This Book-Starting from the Beginning. Ira, the 91 yr old Man-just breaks your Heart for Him & especially whens He's remembering His Life over the years with the Love of His Life. I Couldn't stop crying, while I was reading & stared the water works, My Husband looked at Me & asked Me what was wrong & was worried something was really wrong with Me. I just had to tell Him one thing & He understood bc I usually get like that over the years since I started reading All N. Sparks books. I just told My Hubby-I'm reading the New Nicolas Sparks book & He totally understood. He-knows how I am when reading or waching His Movies. My Hubby is'nt one for the romance stuff, but He Will Set Through A Movie with Me. He says He Loves Me Enough to endure a few hrs of a Movie that's important to Me. He may not totally admit it, but There are a couple of Movies He actually likes, but wont say, bc He thinks He wouldnt be masculine enough if admitted it. To Me it makes Him the perfect Hubby-passionate, kind, & Loving. He wouldn't let it show but when He watched "A Walk to Remember", He was almost in Tears. I thought it was so sweet & shows He has a loving heart. But when this book comes out as a movie, I don't know if there will be 1 dry eye in the Theater when this Movie comes out!!! Its impossible if you have a heart. Just like the Characters in this book. Other than Ira & His wife Ruth, you have 2 younger characters that you'll fall Inlove with just as much. Lie I said, the 2 seperate couples are so alike with the way they act, feel, see things, & Love most of All. They share that same feeling even though they are so far apart in age & a big generation gap. So, the major part is LOVE IS LOVE NO MATTER THE AGE, GENERATION GAP, OR WHERE YOU THINK YOUR LIFE IS TAKING YOU!!!! Some comments I read, was a lil upsetting to Me bc it just felt like they didn't get what N.Sparks was trying to convey. Its really sad, bc I understood everything He was saying for these couples. Love is sometimes hard to find, but once you do, its an Amazing Journey & No matter what lies ahead its worth every step you took to get there. One you want to hold on with both arms, legs, & heart. You may even get to ride a horse along the way to your happy ending. Like Sparks says, The Longest Ride-Is This Thing Called Life... Amen to that, I Couldn't Agree More... There are ups & downs in life, but with Your Soulmate you can overcome almost anything in this life. I believe that this book is trying to tell you that & make you think about the importance of Love & Life. Open Your Heart & let it in. You'll be a much happier & Loving Person if You Do. I have it, & Love every minute of Our lifes together-even the ups & downs, without them you don't know what Love is really about & how it makes you stronger as a couple, just like His 2 sets of Characters in this book. Money may help buy you things you need or want, but Love-has No price, its priceless & needs to be cherished with All Your Soul & Heart. Ira, the older man in this book trys to explain that, if you actually read carefully through your tears. I wouldn't know what to do with My Life if something were to happen to My Hubby before Me. We started out very young, I went from living at Home with My Mom, to straight getting Married & living with My Hubby (@ age 16).. We knew eachother since I was 12, He was 13, frienship 1st-so get heads out of the gutter, yes We still were young when We got Married, but We already knew We were meant to be... 24yrs of marriage, 3 kids, & 4.5 grandbabies later & We are still HAPPILY MARRIED. OUR 3 KIDS ARE ALL ADULTS NOW-THE YOUNGEST IS 21 IN JANUARY. MY LIFE FEELS COMPLETE WITH WHAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH TO GET WHERE WE ARE NOW, LIKE I SAID-UPS & DOWNS, BUT THERE'S SO WORTH THE JOURNEY TO GET TO YOUR HAPPILY-EVER-AFTER. I JUST HOPE TO GOD, MY CHILDREN KEEP THE HAPPINESS THEY HAVE FOUND FOR THEMSELVES, LIKE THERE PARENTS. WHEN I SEE THEM & LOOK IN THERE BEAUTIFUL EYES-I CAN SEE THERE LOVE, & THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY THEY FOUND THERE SOULMATES & HAPPILY-EVER-AFTER!!!! I THINK THAT'S WHY I FEEL LIKE I CAN SO RELATE TO THESE COUPLES. THE YOUNGER ONES BC OF MY BEGINNING WITH MY HUBBY, & THE OLDER COUPLE-EVEN THOUGH I'M NOWHERE NEAR THAT AGE, BUT I FELT LIKE IVE LIVED A LONGER TIME BC OF HOW OLD I WAS WHEN I STARTED, BUT TRUE LOVE DOES & WILL CONCOUR ALL.. I KNOW BC IVE HAD IT FOR 26YRS NOW & ITS AN AMAZING THING TO HAVE. I HOPE EACH ONE OF YOU EITHER HAVE IT OR FIND IT SOON!!!! READ THIS BOOK IF YOU HAVEN'T YET. YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF NOT ONLY IN TEARS, BUT WANTING THAT FEELING OF THE MAGIC NICOLAS SPARKS BRINGS TO HIS READERS IN EVERY BOOK HE WRITES. YES BTW, THERE IS A SUPPOSE GHOST IN THIS BOOK, LIKE THERE WAS IN "SAFE HAVEN" & "THE BEST OF ME", BUT THIS ONES A BIT DIFFERENT. I REALLY DON'T LIKE TO GIVE SPOILERS BEFORE YOU READ, BUT I HAD ALSO READ A NEGATIVE COMMENT ABOUT HIM WRITING ABOUT GHOSTS NOW & THAT PERSON WASN'T TO HAPPY ABOUT IT, BUT IT WAS MORE OF IRA'S IMAGINATION OF HIS WIFE KEEPING HIM ALERT & ALIVE TIL HELP CAME, THAN A REAL GHOST. HE EVEN SAYS ITS IN HIS MIND IN THE BOOK. HE IS THOUGH WHEN THE TEARS START TO FALL & NEVER STOP TIL ALMOST THE VERY END, BUT ITS JUST THE SWEETEST THINGS HE SAYS ABOUT HIS WIFE & THERE LIVES TOGETHER THAT HE ABSOLUTELY WOULDN'T CHANGE FOR ANYTHING. THE MEMORIES IN THE BOOK HE SHARES IS SO WONDERFULLY HEARTBREAKING & HEARTWARMING THAT WILL GET YOU!!! I DARE YOU NOT TO CRY, ITS IMPOSSIBLE UNLESS YOU HAVE A COLD HEART!!! LUKE & SOFIA THE YOUNGER COUPLE HELPS RELEAVE THE TEARS FOR A BIT. NOT TO SAY THEY DON'T HAVE THERE EMOTIONAL PROBLEMS ALSO. I THING ABOUT THEM ALL BEING AGES APART & A BIG GENERATION GAP, THEY ALMOST HAVE THE SAME ISSUES & SAME IDEA ABOUT LIFE AS THE OLDER COUPLE. THEY ALSO END UP COMING FACE TO FACE WITH IRA, & THE EVENTS THAT FOLLOW THAT IS HEARTBREAKING, & CHANGES THE LIVES OF THE YOUNGER COUPLE FOREVER, A SPECIAL BOND HAD BEEN CREATED & FOREVER ETCHED IN THERE MINDS FOREVER IN A SAD BUT GOOD WAY... READ & YOU'LL UNDERSTAND MY ENDLESS RAMBLING ABOUT THIS BOOK, THESE CHARACTERS, & MY OWN LIL BRIEF STORY-I FELT COMPELLED TO SHARE, BC THIS BOOK IS THAT DAMN (SORRY) GOOD & WILL FOREVER STAY WITH YOU IN YOUR HEART, MIND, & SOUL!!!!!!! GO READ NOW, 1 MORE THING, IF I COULD-I'D GIVE MORE THAN 5 STARS, IT DESERVES SOOOO MUCH MORE. NOW READ YOUR NEW BOOK OR GO GET ONE, ITS SO WORTH THE COST & MORE.... YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPOINTED ONE BIT-WELL MAYBE A BIT LIKE ME BC IT ENED & ALSO I WISH THE ENDING HAD A BIT MORE TO IT, MORE OF A FINALITY THAT YOU WANTED, I NO I DID, BUT IT WAS STILL SATISFYING!!!! CHERIE S.- LOVES ROMANCE & A HAPPILY-EVER-AFTER!!! ;-) GO FIND YOURS..
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Reviewed in the United States on October 3, 2013
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I do not even know where to start. This was one of the best romance book I have ever, ever read. It is definitely one of my new all-time favorite Nicholas Sparks books. I was drawn into the book as soon as I started it, though at first it was hard to understand why we were being told two love stories, but I was captivated and wanted to keep reading, but afraid it would end. I think the reason I loved it so much was because it was in the end, just two love stories, two simple and amazing love stories, and the journey each couple took to find what they wanted and needed in the person they loved. Simple and complicated. It was refreshing.
First, there is Ira and Ruth. A love so strong and lasting, told from the past, by the two who lived it. It was not perfect, but it was perfect for them. You understood their love, their passion, their heartache and the life they built together. My heart broke a little as I kept reading and learned of Ira's love, his heartache (not a spoiler, as its in the blurb) of losing Ruth and how she pulled him through. Their love story was absolutely amazing to hear and you just fell in love with them. And though it was crazy, I could understand why he did what he did.
Second you have Luke and Sophia. A new love we see grow as they get to know each other and understand what matters to each of them. Both of them find themselves in a crossroads in their lives, each needing to make a decision on how to live their future. Luke struggling with decisions that would affect him irrevocably, but somehow he needs to right things. Then he meets Sophia and suddenly there is more at stake. Sophia finds herself in her last year in college, recovering from a break-up and trying to decide what she wants and needs for future. Then she meets Luke. Their love story is sweet, as they get to know each other and realize the choices and sacrifices that would need to be made if they are to have a future. And I can understand why he does what he does that changes his life forever. He understood what it meant to Ira.
Two couples, so different and separated from each other, but somehow they have a profound effect on each other. I would definitely recommend this book. You will love the characters. You will cheer for them, you will cry for them, your heart will break a little for them and then you will smile for them. And in the end, what more can you ask of an author. Nicholas Sparks, you have done it again.
Happy reading!
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““I understand, Ira.” Sparks, Nicholas (2013-09-17). The Longest Ride (p. 398).Grand Central Publishing. Kindle Edition.
Reviewed in the United States on September 30, 2013
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This is the second book I read from this author. My little sister introduced me to his novels by giving me “The Guardian” to read about 3 years ago. I was not that impressed but I kept watching his movies though. I’ve always been a little hesitant to keep up with his novels since my sister has always told me that death always roamed somehow in the story and is always part of his novels. That’s one of his distinguished mark. Since then, I’ve unconsciously have stepped back on his new releases. However, when I saw the title of this new book and the design of the cover, I instantly decided I had to give this book a try. I didn’t know at first, what had attracted my attention and what gave me this instant determination to read it. Now that I have read it, all I can tell you is that this beautiful and authentic novel is a must read! it’s so powerful, warm, it does reach to your heart anxiously and you become so attached to the characters. It does have this impact force and I know with certainty that I will be reading this novel again. It is tough, I cried many times but it’s so worth it. It made me wonder if that kind of love really exist and I found telling myself that I wouldn’t have mind a strong love and a marriage like that. Also, one of Nicholas Sparks’s talents is his ability to provide you with this real, ordinary life situations with a sense of beauty, even magical in a way that makes it easy to identify yourself with the story. Tragedy is presented with a sense of hope and meaning, especially in the case of Ira. As I am sure you have read the plot, it’s the story of 2 couples ( Ira and Ruth, Luke and Sophia) at different stages of their lives, one ending and one beginning that is simultaneously described individually. Later on, their stories become merged unexpectedly. The novel is not predictable. Even though I was a little paranoid with Luke’s outcome, all I can tell you is that he made it. Ira’s legacy and unending love to his wife becomes a blessing and a life message to Luke.
There is a recurrent message all along the novel that reflects the title:
“we shared the longest ride together, this thing called life, and mine has been filled with joy because of you.” Sparks, Nicholas (2013-09-17). The Longest Ride (p. 78). Grand Central Publishing. Kindle Edition.
The title not only reflects one of the major message of the book but is intrinsically linked to Luke’s lifestyle (riding bulls career).
Luke’s fate reminded me at times of “Me Before You” novel by Jojo Moyes and “The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao” by Junot Diaz. His inability to escape his destiny.
Ira’s attachment to his paintings as the last vestige of his wife’s love, reminded me of “The Girl You Left Behind” novel by Jojo Moyes. How art becomes part of us and becomes this sort of testament that gives meaning to our life and gives us strength to carry on.
Favorite quote: “Art is a lie that makes us realize truth, at least the truth that is given us to understand,”
Sparks, Nicholas (2013-09-17). The Longest Ride (p. 377). Grand Central Publishing. Kindle Edition.
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