Dear John

Normally, every book I review gets 5 stars. I'm usually very impressed if anyone writes a successful story. DEAR JOHN is an anomaly for me. It's a successful story, but I'm only giving it four stars because. . .

I was excited to read a romance, even one titled DEAR JOHN which didn't sound successful, because the author was a guy. I wanted to get his take on love. However, I felt like he wasn't truthful. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard or judgmental on Nicholas Sparks. After he is a guy. He wrote it. He ought to know about love from a man's point of view. More so that I do.

However, I felt cheated on two points. One, he didn't seem all that anxious to have sex with his girlfriend. Not in the typical guy sense. Oh several occasions he put it off and told her no. Two, when they did have sex, he described as “we had sex” (well, basically) and then went on with his story.

So, it's a heartfelt tale, for the most part, but I felt cheated when it came to John's true feelings. As if he hid from then when it mattered most. Maybe that's just me.