Mind = BLOWN

I take back my earlier insinuations that Nicholas Sparks is anything less than a genuis. I am a mere 16 pages into his novel The Last Song, and it's already clear to me that he is a master of wordsmithery. CHECK IT:

"Middle age, he sometimes thought, had made him as reflective as a mirror."

I remember first learning in grade school about similes... but I was not warned about the heights to which they could really take a reader.

I feel like I've been punched in the gut with emotion!