When Robert Kincaid drives through the heat and dust of an Iowa summer and turns into Francesca Johnson's farm lane looking for directions, the world-class photographer and the Iowa farm wife are joined in an experience of uncommon truth and stunning beauty that will haunt them forever.
I read this book because my sister in law got married here. I wanted to get the full feel of the place and why it was famous for being a romantic landmark.
I'm not going to say much about the book. I didn't really like it much. It was sort of idealistic and blabbered on and on in flowery language about love and what it meant to Francesca and Kincaid. Who were having an affair, by the way, no matter how pretty the words are to describe it. I've heard the movie was better...I'm willing to give it a shot.
But boy, was it fun to go there and see what was described - in a rather lovely fashion - in the book.
The quintessential "throw across the room" book. When a meal shared by the lovers-to-be was described as "quiet food", I should have stopped there. Yet I wasted more time before actually throwing it.
Now whenever I'm reading a bad book, I use the "Bridges of Madison County" test to decide whether or not to throw it across the room. I'll generally take pity on even a bad book if it's not as bad as Waller's "masterpiece". A throwing book must be truly bad to deserve the dubious honor.
It is also quite short and easy to read so reccomend to all.
This is the story of a woman and a man that she met one day. Francesca and Robert. Francesca is a farm wife and mother. While her husband and children are at a state fair showing their prize cow Francesca meets Robert Kincaid and photographer. When she sees him for the first time she feels drawn to him.
As I read the story I felt the attraction between the two of them. I was feeling her loneliness and lack of love from her marriage. She loved her husband but was still missing something and Robert Kincaid brought that yearning to the front.
The ending was very heartwarming. It brought tears to my eyes. I am glad that I took the time to read this book.
Moving, spare, brief encounter love-story. Amazing sense of place and characterisation. Read it and weep.
I think the book is highly overrated. Books written recently has much better language and prose, as well as more defined characters.
So I knew it was a love story. I relish good love stories and have read many whether classics, chick-lit, comic, young adult, paranormal romance...the list goes on.
I read them and read, generally speaking, for the joy, hope, fun, dreams, adventure, sadness, excitement and escapism that they bring to me.
Honestly proud to be a sap, nothing like a bit of unbelievable corny romance for a bit of fun.
They make you hoot with laughter, blubber like a baby and cringe like a teenager, some even steam you up like?..yes well, you can imagine.
Despite any tendencies towards cynicism, I still believe in romance and we can all use more of it in our daily lives, where ever we may find it.
Surprised that so many found this book dreary.
I felt it to be powerful and intense, sad and lonely, painful in a melancholic way and beautifully simple in a very strong way.
There are so many who have just what they settle for in life and relationships.
To find someone, even briefly, who helps you to ripen and blossom physically, emotionally, intellectually, even spiritually, can only be magical.
In Like Water for Chocolate by Laura Esquivel, it is described as being like a box of matches. There are only so many and even fewer who can set the sparks free. It would be sad indeed to go through life never experiencing such a sensation. When was the last time you stayed up all night just talking to someone, oblivious to time, to everything, except that person? When was the last time you felt appreciated in such a way?
Or even ready to experience such a love?