Really the only Nicholas Sparks based movie that I've loved has to be A Walk to Remember. The book was good as well. I loved it so much that I some how feel obligated to watch every other Nicholas Sparks based film, even though I don't have the best track record with these movies. It's as plain as reading
diet pill warnings. Dear John was no exception. It was depressing. In between being depressing it was predictable. You'd think that I learned this lesson by now but I doubt I ever will.
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