It´s one of those secrets (well, not anymore 😉 ) that embarass me slightly. Just slighty. Although I find Nicholas Sparks books boring, predictable and filled with clichés that underestimate my intelligence, I am crazy (freak!) for their movie adaptations. Yep: those corny, kitsch, also predictable and ultra-romantic movies that always end with the same conclusion: TRUE LOVE exists. It does.
Curled inside my own chest, relaxed on the sofa (rare event), crying my eyes out and wondering if Mr. Freud could explain it: why do I find these movies so appealing – even urgent?
It´s beyond my understanding but, then again, so is life.