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Author: John Hugh Hill
ISBN: 0533064007
Publisher Vantage (1985)
Language English
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by John Hugh Hill


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Dear God, Pourquoi? Why Did You Born Me in Texas. Published September 1985 by Vantage Press.

Although I did like seeing more of Savannah as a human being with flaws, as opposed to a seemingly impossible perfect being.

You can read book Dear John by Nicholas Sparks in our library for absolutely free. This book was written through the perspective of John, a young soldier, over a period of about 5 or 6 years. John falls in love with a young college student named Savannah, through a chance meeting and a number of romantic "dates" over a two week leave of absence in the army. Although I did like seeing more of Savannah as a human being with flaws, as opposed to a seemingly impossible perfect being. Additionally throughout the story, I could not help but think the characters were mismatched.

Why do you sentence me too nice of tears. Почему ты приговариваешь меня слишком нежно к слезам? Convicting all these dreams I've dreamed for all these years. Осуждая все эти мечты, о которых я мечтал все эти годы. My heart cries out behind these prison bars. Мое сердце кричит за решеткой. It pleads to you for your true love to set it free. Она умоляет тебя о твоей истинной любви, чтобы освободить ее. Why do you punish me is love a crime.

My name is John Tyree. I was born in 1977, and I grew up in Wilmington, North Carolina, a city that proudly boasts the largest port in the state as well as a long and vibrant history but now strikes me more as a city that came about by accident. Sure, the weather was great and the beaches perfect, but it wasn’t ready for the wave of Yankee retirees up north who wanted someplace cheap to spend their golden years.

Why did I do it? And would I do it again? It was I, you see, who ended it. On the trees surrounding me, the leaves are just beginning their slow turn toward the color of fire, glowing as the sun peeks over the horizon. A half dozen nibble on grass near the fence post, mainly quarter horses, and Midas, her white-socked black Arabian, stands off to one side. I rode with her once, luckily without injury, and as I was hanging on for dear life, I remember thinking that she looked so relaxed in the saddle that she could have been watching television. Savannah takes a moment to greet Midas now.

And why can't I find any peace or love? And why do I feel like I'm not enough? Dear God, are you sure that you don't, that you don't mess up? You don't mess up I know you don't mess up, yeah Dear God, just remind me you don't mess up.

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