I officially
watched The Last Song two days ago. It’s been in my hard disk and it had used
few hundred Megabytes of memory since I don’t know when. Yup it was not a new
movie. But somehow I watched it since it’s adapted from the book written by my
all time favourite author, Nicholas Sparks. Many people told me how boring the
movie was, but for me it was just nice. I even cried hard. It’s just so heart-breaking.
Whenever the subject of interest is family, then I couldn’t help myself other
than completely being emotional and too immersed in the story, regardless of
the plot. Maybe I just miss Abah so much. At the end, I learned that perhaps a
more amiss, much scarcer feat; if not patience - is the state of being
grateful. So here I am, being grateful for what I have. Alhamdulillah syukur.
Seventeen year-old Veronica “Ronnie” Miller’s life was turned upside-down when her parents divorced and her father moved from New York City to Wilmington, North Carolina. Three years later, she remains angry and alienated from her parents, especially her father… until her mother decides it would be in everyone’s best interest if she spent the summer in Wilmington with him. Ronnie’s father, a former concert pianist and teacher, is living a quiet life in the beach town, immersed in creating a work of art that will become the centerpiece of a local church. The tale that unfolds is an unforgettable story about love in its myriad forms – first love, the love between parents and children – that demonstrates, as only a Nicholas Sparks novel can, the many ways that deeply felt relationships can break our hearts… and heal them.
