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NIGHTS IN RODANTHENicholas SparksCTP ForumAcknowledgmentsNights in Rodanthe, as with all my novels, couldn’t have been written without the patience, love, andsupport of my wife, Cathy. She only gets more beautiful every year.Since the dedication is to my other three children, I have to acknowledge both Miles and Ryan (whogot a dedication in Message in a Bottle). I love you guys!I’d also like to thank Theresa Park and Jamie Raab, my agent and editor respectively. Not only dothey both have wonderful instincts, but they never let me slide when it comes to my writing. Though Isometimes grumble about the challenges this presents, the final product is what it is because of thosetwo. If they like the story, odds are that you will, too.Larry Kirshbaum and Maureen Egen at Warner Books also deserve my thanks. When I go to NewYork, spending time with them is like visiting with my family. They’ve made Warner Books a wonderfulhome for me.Denise Di Novi, the producer of both Message in a Bottleand A Walk to Remember, is not only skilled at what she does, but someone I trust and respect. She’sa good friend, and she deserves my thanks for all she has done—and still does—for me.Richard Green and Howie Sanders, my agents in Hollywood, are great friends, great people, and greatat what they do. Thanks, guys.Scott Schwimer, my attorney and friend, always watches out for me. Thank you.In publicity, I have to thank Jennifer Romanello, EmiBattaglia, and Edna Farley; Flag and the rest of the coverdesign people; Courtenay Valenti and Lorenzo DcBonaventura of Warner Bros.; Hunt Lowry and Ed GaylordII, of Gaylord Films; Mark Johnson and Lynn Harris ofNew Line Cinema; they have all been great to work with.Thanks, everyone.Mandy Moore and Shane West were both wonderful in A Walk to Remember, and I appreciate theirenthusiasm for the project.Then there is family (who might get a kick out of seeing their names here): Micah, Christine, Alli, andPeyton; Bob, Debbie, Cody, and Cole; Mike and Parnell; Henrietta, Charles, and Glenara; Duke andMarge; Dianne and John; Monte and Gail; Dan and Sandy; Jack, Carlin, Joe, Elaine, and Mark; Michelleand Lemont; Paul, John, and Caroline; Tim, Joannie, and Papa Paul.

And, of course, how can I forget Paul and Adrienne?OneThree years earlier, on a warm November morning in 1999, Adrienne Willis had returned to the Innand at first glance had thought it unchanged, as if the small Inn were impervious to sun and sand andsalted mist. The porch had been freshly painted, and shiny black shutters sandwiched rectangular whitecurtained windows on both floors like offset piano keys. The cedar siding was the color of dusty snow.On either side of the building, sea oats waved a greeting, and sand formed a curving dune that changedimperceptibly with each passing day as individual grains shifted from one spot to the next.With the sun hovering among the clouds, the air had a luminescent quality, as though particles oflight were suspended in the haze, and for a moment Adrienne felt she’d traveled back in time. Butlooking closer, she gradually began to notice changes that cosmetic work couldn’t hide:decay at the corners of the windows, lines of rust along the roof, water stains near the gutters. TheInn seemed to be winding down, and though she knew there was nothing she could do to change it,Adrienne remembered closing her eyes, as if to magically blink it back to what it had once been.Now, standing in the kitchen of her own home a few months into her sixtieth year, Adrienne hung upthe phone after speaking with her daughter. She sat at the table, reflecting on that last visit to the Inn,remembering the long weekend she’d once spent there. Despite all that had happened in the years thathad passed since then, Adrienne still held tight to the belief that love was the essence of a full andwonderful life.Outside, rain was falling. Listening to the gentle tapping against the glass, she was thankful for itssteady sense of familiarity. Remembering those days always aroused a mixture of emotions in her—something akin to, but not quite, nostalgia. Nostalgia was often romanticized; with these memories,there was no reason to make them any more romantic than they already were. Nor did she share thesememories with others. They were hers, and over the years, she’d come to view them as a sort ofmuseum exhibit, one in which she was both the curator and the only patron. And in an odd way,Adrienne had come to believe that she’d learned more in those five days than she had in all the yearsbefore or after.She was alone in the house. Her children were grown, her father had passed away in 1996, and she’dbeen divorced from Jack for seventeen years now. Though her sons sometimes urged her to findsomeone to spend her remaining years with, Adrienne had no desire to do so. It wasn’t that she waswary of men; on the contrary, even now she occasionally found her eyes drawn to younger men in thesupermarket. Since they were sometimes only a few years older than her own children, she was curiousabout what they would think if they noticed her staring at them. Would they dismiss her out of hand? Orwould they smile back at her, finding her interest charming? She wasn’t sure. Nor did she know if it waspossible for them to look past the graying hair and wrinkles and see the woman she used to be.Not that she regretted being older. People nowadays talked incessantly about the glories of youth,but Adrienne had no desire to be young again. Middle-aged, maybe, but not young. True, she missedsome things—bounding up the stairs, carrying more than one bag of groceries at a time, or having theenergy to keep up with the grandchildren as they raced around the yard—but she’d gladly exchangethem for the experiences she’d had, and those came only with age. It was the fact that she could lookback on life and realize she wouldn’t have changed much at all that made sleep come easy these days.

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Besides, youth had its problems. Not only did she remember them from her own life, but she’dwatched her children as they’d struggled through the angst of adolescence and the uncertainty andchaos of their early twenties. Even though two of them were now in their thirties and one was almostthere, she sometimes wondered when motherhood would become less than a full-time job.Matt was thirty-two, Amanda was thirty-one, and Dan had just turned twenty-nine. They’d all goneto college, and she was proud of that, since there’d been a time when she wasn’t sure any of themwould. They were honest, kind, and self-sufficient, and for the most part, that was all she’d ever wantedfor them. Matt worked as an accountant, Dan was the sportscaster on the evening news out inGreenville, and both were married with families of their own. When they’d come over for Thanksgiving,she remembered sitting off to the side and watching them scurry after their children, feeling strangelysatisfied at the way everything had turned out for her sons.As always, things were a little more complicated for her daughter.The kids were fourteen, thirteen, and eleven when Jack moved out of the house, and each child haddealt with the divorce in a different way. Matt and Dan took out their aggression on the athletic fieldsand by occasionally acting up in school, but Amanda had been the most affected. As the middle childsandwiched between brothers, she’d always been the most sensitive, and as a teenager, she’d neededher father in the house, if only to distract from the worried stares of her mother. She began dressing inwhat Adrienne considered rags, hung with a crowd that stayed out late, and swore she was deeply inlove with at least a dozen different boys over the next couple of years. After school, she spent hours inher room listening to music that made the walls vibrate, ignoring her mother’s calls for dinner. Therewere periods when she would barely speak to her mother or brothers for days.It took a few years, but Amanda had eventually found her way, settling into a life that felt strangelysimilar to what Adrienne once had. She met Brent in college, and they married after graduation and hadtwo kids in the first few years of marriage. Like many young couples, they struggled financially, but Brentwas prudent in a way that Jack never had been. As soon as their first child was born, he bought lifeinsurance as a precaution, though neither expected that they would need it for a long, long time.They were wrong.Brent had been gone for eight months now, the victim of a virulent strain of testicular cancer.Adrienne had watched Amanda sink into a deep depression, and yesterday afternoon, when shedropped off the grandchildren after spending some time with them, she found the drapes at their housedrawn, the porch light still on, and Amanda sitting in the living room in her bathrobe with the samevacant expression she’d worn on the day of the funeral.It was then, while standing in Amanda’s living room, that Adrienne knew it was time to tell herdaughter about the past.Fourteen years. That’s how long it had been.In all those years, Adrienne had told only one person about what had happened, but her father haddied with the secret, unable to tell anyone even if he’d wanted to.Her mother had passed away when Adrienne was thirty-five, and though they’d had a goodrelationship, she’d always been closest to her father. He was, she still thought, one of two men who’dever really understood her, and she missed him now that he was gone. His life had been typical of somany of his generation. Having learned a trade instead of going to college, he’d spent forty years in afurniture manufacturing plant working for an hourly wage that increased by pennies each January. He

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wore fedoras even during the warm summer months, carried his lunch in a box with squeaky hinges, andleft the house promptly at six forty-five every morning to walk the mile and a half to work.In the evenings after dinner, he wore a cardigan sweater and long-sleeved shirts. His wrinkled pantslent a disheveled air to his appearance that grew more pronounced as the years wore on, especiallyafter the passing of his wife. He liked to sit in the easy chair with the yellow lamp glowing beside him,reading genre westerns and books about World War II. In the final years before his strokes, his oldfashioned spectacles, bushy eyebrows, and deeply lined face made him look more like a retired collegeprofessor than the blue-collar worker he had been.There was a peacefulness about her father that she’d always yearned to emulate. He would havemade a good priest or minister, she’d often thought, and people who met him for the first time usuallywalked away with the impression that he was at peace with himself and the world, He was a giftedlistener; with his chin resting in his hand, he never let his gaze stray from people’s faces as they spoke,his expression mirroring empathy and patience, humor and sadness. Adrienne wished that he werearound for Amanda right now; he, too, had lost a spouse, and she thought Amanda would listen to him,if only because he knew how hard it really was.A month ago, when Adrienne had gently tried to talk to Amanda about what she was going through,Amanda had stood up from the table with an angry shake of her head.“This isn’t like you and Dad,” she’d said. “You two couldn’t work out your problems, so you divorced.But I loved Brent. I’ll always love Brent, and I lost him. You don’t know what it’s like to live throughsomething like that.”Adrienne had said nothing, but when Amanda left the room, Adrienne had lowered her head andwhispered a single word.Rodanthe.While Adrienne sympathized with her daughter, she was concerned about Amanda’s children. Maxwas six, Greg was four, and in the past eight months, Adrienne had noticed distinct changes in theirpersonalities. Both had become unusually withdrawn and quiet. Neither had played soccer in the fall,and though Max was doing well in kindergarten, he cried every morning before he had to go. Greg hadstarted to wet the bed again and would fly into tantrums at the slightest provocation. Some of thesechanges stemmed from the loss of their father, Adrienne knew, but they also reflected the person thatAmanda had become since last spring.Because of the insurance, Amanda didn’t have to work.Nonetheless, for the first couple of months after Brent had died, Adrienne spent nearly every day attheir house, keeping the bills in order and preparing meals for the children, while Amanda slept andwept in her room. She held her daughter whenever Amanda needed it, listened when Amanda wantedto talk, and forced her daughter to spend at least an hour or two outside each day, in the belief thatfresh air would remind her daughter that she could begin anew.Adrienne had thought her daughter was getting better. By early summer, Amanda had begun tosmile again, infrequently at first, then a little more often. She ventured out into the town a few times,took the kids roller-skating, and Adrienne gradually began pulling back from the duties she wasshouldering. It was important, she knew, for Amanda to resume responsibility for her own life again.

Comfort could be found in the steady routines of life, Adrienne had learned; she hoped that bydecreasing her presence in her daughter’s life, Amanda would be forced to realize that, too.But in August, on the day that would have been her seventh wedding anniversary, Amanda openedthe closet door in the master bedroom, saw dust collecting on the shoulders of Brent’s suits, andsuddenly stopped improving. She didn’t exactly regress—there were still moments when she seemedher old self—but for the most part, she seemed to be frozen somewhere in between. She was neitherdepressed nor happy, neither excited nor languid, neither interested nor bored by anything around her.To Adrienne, it seemed as if Amanda had become convinced that moving forward would somehowtarnish her memories of Brent, and she’d made the decision not to allow that to happen.But it wasn’t fair to the children. They needed her guidance and her love, they needed her attention.They needed her to tell them that everything was going to be all right. They’d already lost one parent,and that was hard enough. But lately, it seemed to Adrienne that they’d lost their mother as well.In the gentle hue of the soft-lit kitchen, Adrienne glanced at her watch. At her request, Dan hadtaken Max and Greg to the movies, so she could spend the evening with Amanda. Like Adrienne, both ofher sons were worried about Amanda’s kids. Not only had they made extra efforts to stay active in theboys’ lives, but nearly all of their recent conversations with Adrienne had begun or ended with the samequestion: What do we do?Today, when Dan had asked the same question again, Adrienne had reassured him that she’d talk toAmanda. Though Dan had been skeptical—hadn’t they tried that all along?—tonight, she knew, wouldbe different.Adrienne had few illusions about what her children thought of her. Yes, they loved her and respectedher as a mother, but she knew they would never really know her. In the eyes of her children, she waskind but predictable, sweet and stable, a friendly soul from another era who’d made her way throughlife with her naive view of the world intact. She looked the part, of course—veins beginning to show onthe tops of her hands, a figure more like a square than an hourglass, and glasses grown thicker over theyears—but when she saw them staring at her with expressions meant to humor her, she sometimes hadto stifle a laugh.Part of their error, she knew, stemmed from their desire to see her in a certain way, a preformedimage they found acceptable for a woman her age. It was easier—and frankly, more comfortable—tothink their mom was more sedate than daring, more of a plodder than someone with experiences thatwould surprise them. And in keeping with the kind, predictable, sweet, and stable mother that she was,she’d had no desire to change their minds.Knowing that Amanda would be arriving any minute, Adrienne went to the refrigerator and set abottle of pinot grigio on the table, The house had cooled since the afternoon, so she turned up thethermostat on her way to the bedroom.Once the room she’d shared with Jack, it was hers now, redecorated twice since the divorce.Adrienne made her way to the four-poster bed she’d wanted ever since she was young. Wedged againstthe wall beneath the bed was a small stationery box, and Adrienne set it on the pillow beside her.Inside were those things she had saved: the note he’d left at the Inn, a snapshot of him that hadbeen taken at the clinic, and the letter she’d received a few weeks before Christmas. Beneath thoseitems were two bundled stacks, missives written between them, that sandwiched a conch they’d oncefound at the beach.

Adrienne set the note off to the side and pulled an envelope from one of the stacks, rememberinghow she’d felt when she’d first read it, then slid out the page. It had thinned and brittled, and thoughthe ink had faded in the years since he’d first written it, his words were still clear.Dear Adrienne,I’ve never been good at writing letters, so I hope you’ll forgive me if I’m not able to make myself clear.I arrived this morning on a donkey, believe it or not, and found out where I’d be spending my daysfor a while. I wish I could tell you that it was better than I imagined it would be, but in all honesty, Ican’t. The clinic is short of just about everything—medicine, equipment, and the necessary beds—but 1spoke to the director and I think I’ll be able to rectify at least part of the problem. Though they have agenerator to provide electricity, there aren’t any phones, so I won’t be able to call until I head intoEsmeraldas. It’s a couple of days’ ride from here, and the next supply run isn’t for a few weeks. I’m sorryabout that, but I think we both suspected it might be this way.I haven’t seen Mark yet. He’s been at an outreach clinic in the mountains and won’t be back untillater this evening. I’ll let you know how that goes, but I’m not expecting much at first. Like you said, Ithink we need to spend some time getting to know each other before we can work on the problemsbetween us.I can’t even begin to count how many patients I saw today. Over a hundred, I’d guess. It’s been a longtime since I’ve seen patients in this way with these types of problems, but the nurse was helpful, evenwhen I seemed lost. I think she was thankful that I was there at all.I’ve been thinking about you constantly since I left, wondering why the journey I’m on seemed to haveled through you. I know my journey’s not over yet, and that life is a winding path, but I can only hope itsomehow circles back to the place I belong.That’s how I think of it now. I belong with you. While I was driving, and again when the plane was inthe air, I imagined that when I arrived in Quito, I’d see you in the crowds waiting for me. I knew thatwould be impossible, but for some reason, it made leaving you just a little easier. It was almost as if partof you had come with me.I want to believe that’s true. No, change that—I know it’s true. Before we met, I was as lost as aperson could be, and yet you saw something in me that somehow gave me direction again. We bothknow the reason I went to Rodanthe, but I can’t stop thinking that greater forces were at work. I wentthere to close a chapter in my life, hoping it would help me find my way. But it was you, I think, that I hadbeen looking for all along. And it’s you who is with me now.We both know I have to be here for a while. I’m not sure when I’ll be back, and even though it hasn’tbeen long, I realize that I miss you more than I’ve ever missed anyone. Part of me yearns to jump on aplane and come to see you now, but if this is as real as I think it is, I’m sure we can make it. And I will beback, I promise you. In the short time we spent together, we had what most people can only dreamabout, and I’m counting the days until I can see you again. Never


NIGHTS IN RODANTHE Nicholas Sparks CTP Forum Acknowledgments Nights in Rodanthe, as with all my novels, couldnt have been written without the patience, love, and support of my wife, Cathy. She only gets more beautiful every year. Since the dedication is to my other three

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Struggling to care for her sick father and raise her teenage children alone, a divorced mother spends the weekend at a North Carolina inn, only to meet a former surgeon running from his past. Adrienne Willis is 45 and has been divorced for three years, abandoned by her husband for a younger woman. The trials of raising her teenage children and caring for her sick father have worn her down, but at the request of a friend and in hopes of respite, she's gone to the coastal village of Rodanthe in North Carolina to tend the local inn for the weekend. With a major storm brewing, the time away doesn't look promising...until a guest named Paul Flanner arrives. At 54, Paul is a successful surgeon, but in the previous six months his life has unraveled into something he doesn't recognize. Estranged from his son and recently divorced, he's sold his practice and his home and has journeyed to this isolated town in hopes of closing a painful chapter in his past. Adrienne and Paul come together as the storm brews over Rodanthe, but what begins between them over the weekend will resonate throughout the rest of their lives, intertwining past and future, love and loss.

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Genre: Fiction
Author: Nicholas Sparks
Publisher: Hachette UK
Release: 2002-09-18
File: 224 Pages
ISBN-13: 9780759527287

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