snowmanoclock: “Is that what I think it is?” Allie’s hands flew to her mouth, as if they might prevent a flood of panic and fear from sinking Noah’s romantic rowing excursion. The encroaching dark of the sky shimmered as reflection in her scruffy companion’s steadfast gaze; he watched the approaching cloud warily. It pulsed, lively and skittering, spreading over the lavender light of dying day. He could barely make out Allie’s stammer over the sickening buzz of innumerable wings.“Locusts,” he growled, anticipating only horrors as his adrenaline responded to the call. “Get the flamethrower.”-chapter 15, The Last Notebook, the heart-warming tale of two star-crossed summer lovers braving the slings and arrows of southern society and the voodoo curses of warring covens standing between them and their perfect, heavily-armed love. A novel by Nicholas Sparks Claire Stone. I would read this. Confession: I have neither read nor seen The Notebook, but from the GIFs I’ve seen, Wikipedia synopsis and other hearsay, I know I would not like it. If I’m going to read a sappy love story, someone better have a sword or the equivalent. It’s not real love until you’ve defeated the legions of your enemies, is what my mom always told me.

snowmanoclock:

“Is that what I think it is?” Allie’s hands flew to her mouth, as if they might prevent a flood of panic and fear from sinking Noah’s romantic rowing excursion. The encroaching dark of the sky shimmered as reflection in her scruffy companion’s steadfast gaze; he watched the approaching cloud warily. It pulsed, lively and skittering, spreading over the lavender light of dying day. He could barely make out Allie’s stammer over the sickening buzz of innumerable wings.
“Locusts,” he growled, anticipating only horrors as his adrenaline responded to the call. “Get the flamethrower.”

-chapter 15, The Last Notebook, the heart-warming tale of two star-crossed summer lovers braving the slings and arrows of southern society and the voodoo curses of warring covens standing between them and their perfect, heavily-armed love. A novel by Nicholas Sparks Claire Stone.

I would read this.

Confession: I have neither read nor seen The Notebook, but from the GIFs I’ve seen, Wikipedia synopsis and other hearsay, I know I would not like it. If I’m going to read a sappy love story, someone better have a sword or the equivalent. It’s not real love until you’ve defeated the legions of your enemies, is what my mom always told me.