Spotted on the subway

There comes a time in a woman's life when she crosses over a line, beyond which she recognizes there are "heartthrobs" or "hotties" designed for a demographic younger than her own, who hold no attraction for her. For me, that line is the Efron line. I didn't get it when "High School Musical" came out, and I still don't get it now that he's "playing" a "grown-up." Less than a man he resembles a formula plugged in to a person-creating calculator, all plastic-abbed like a Ken doll. Perhaps this woman on the N line just doesn't see it that way.

I enjoyed reading the spoilers for this book on Goodreads, particularly the review declaring that the best developed character in the novel was the dog.

Dear Nicholas Sparks,

We know how you feel. Really, we do! There was an era in our lives during which no work got done unless "Family Guy" was on in the background. (Fun times.) But... come on, man. At least pretend that you're somewhat engaged in the business of churning out your fifteenth best-seller (yes, we looked it up). You're not alone, you have your characters. If you don't want to spend any time with them, why should we?

Thank you,

The Management