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When a mysterious young woman named Katie appears in the small North Carolina town of Southport, her sudden arrival raises questions about her past. Beautiful yet self-effacing, Katie seems determined to avoid forming personal ties until a series of events draws her into two reluctant relationships: one with Alex, a widowed store owner with a kind heart and two young children; and another with her plainspoken single neighbor, Jo. Despite her reservations, Katie slowly begins to let down her guard, putting down roots in the close-knit community and becoming increasingly attached to Alex and his family.

But even as Katie begins to fall in love, she struggles with the dark secret that still haunts and terrifies her . . . a past that set her on a fearful, shattering journey across the country, to the sheltered oasis of Southport. With Jo’s empathic and stubborn support, Katie eventually realizes that she must choose between a life of transient safety and one of riskier rewards . . . and that in the darkest hour, love is the only true safe haven.

NICHOLAS SPARKS ON NICHOLAS SPARKS

I was born in Omaha, Nebraska, on New Year's Eve, a scant eighty minutes prior to 1966. As fate would have it, my father was a bartender and was scheduled to work that night, usually the busiest of the year. Short on tip money but long on pride, he demanded the finest obstetrician in Omaha and I was brought into this world kicking and screaming, the second son of Patrick Michael and Jill Emma Marie Sparks, in a family that would include an additional child (a daughter) the following year.

My family: (mom and dad, Micah (b. Dec. 1964) and Danielle (b. Dec. 1966) led a largely nomadic life in the beginning. Our father was still a student, working to get into a master's program, and he was eventually accepted to the University of Minnesota. I spent two years there and my memory of the place is limited. I had a dog named Pepper, a cardboard-box train I liked to sit in, and I remember picking bugs off the grille of the moving van when we finally left for Los Angeles in the summer of 1969.

Los Angeles -- my home for the next four years while my father worked toward his Ph.D. at the University of Southern California -- is also fairly shadowy. I remember getting hit in the head with a brick thrown by an eighteen-year-old thug, learning to ride a bike (losing only one tooth in the process), and unfortunately, watching my pet turtle commit suicide by diving off our second-floor patio. In 1973, I went to Grand Island, Nebraska for a year with my mom (and brother Micah and sister Danielle) while my dad finished his thesis; then we all reunited in Fair Oaks, California, on December 1, 1974. I remember very clearly that Kolchak: The Night Stalker was on television the moment we arrived at our new house. Perhaps that's why I seem to associate Darrin McGavin with my adopted hometown.

(Quick side-bar: because my father was a student until I was nine years old and my mother didn't work, we weren't exactly living the high life when I was little. I grew up on powdered milk and ate tons of potatoes, though to be honest, I never noticed how poor we really were until I was old enough to take an honest appraisal of things. Even then, it didn't matter. For the most part, I had a wonderful childhood and wouldn't change a thing.)

Anyway, elementary school was fun, if a bit stressful at times. My third-grade teacher had flaming red hair, a big round face, and a fondness for Nile green evening dresses that draped her rather large body. I flunked my first English test, but since my papier-mache volcano spewed purple lava (baking soda, vinegar, and food coloring), my creativity was deemed sufficiently impressive for me to continue up the educational ladder.

The rest of my childhood was typical. Bike riding, exploring in the woods, playing in the American River, games with other kids in the neighborhood. Nothing special, nothing tragic. Just the life of an average little kid.

High school was when things started to get interesting. For some reason, my brain kicked into high gear when I was fourteen and I didn't receive a grade lower than an A for the next four years. I ended up the valedictorian but couldn't give the commencement address. I was due in Los Angeles (again) for the state track meet. I broke a number of school and meet records during high school and received a full track scholarship to the University of Notre Dame. All this in addition to working thirty hours a week at a local restaurant. Life was busy in high school, but good. Darn good. Then, as it often seems to, my life took a U-turn and things got tough. During my freshman year in college, I got injured, went a little insane, and after breaking the Notre Dame record in the 4 x 800 relay (at the Drake relays -- a record that still stands), I spent the summer icing my Achilles tendon. During those three months, in which I was instructed not to run at all, I moped around the house until my mom got tired of it.

"Don't just pout," she said, "Do something."

"What?" I asked, not bothering to hide my sulking.

"I don't know. Write a book."

I looked at her. "Okay," I said.

Eight weeks later, I was the proud author of my first novel -- "The Passing," a book that was never published. I laid it to rest in a literary graveyard of sorts -- my attic -- and I still keep it hidden away after all these years.

Fast-forward through college -- good friends, lots of football games, studying like crazy, competing in track -- until March 1988. I met a girl named Cathy on spring break in Florida. She was from New Hampshire and it was love at first sight, at least for me. I told her the day after we met that we would be married one day. She laughed and told me to get another beer. Two months later, after writing her about 150 letters, I graduated with high honors with a degree in Business Finance, and went out to visit her and meet her parents. She moved out to California in August 1988.

In July 1989, we married.

Six weeks later, my mother was killed in a horseback riding accident at the age of 47. She and my father had been married 27 years and he took her loss very, very hard. So did we all. She was a great, great lady.

1989 was also the year that I wrote my second novel, "The Royal Murders." It's also in the attic, together with countless rejection slips. I decided to concentrate on another career. Since I'd not only been rejected by publishers but law school as well, I tried out a number of short-term jobs looking for something that captivated my interest. I appraised real estate, bought and restored houses, waited tables, sold dental products by phone and finally started my own business (manufacturing orthopedic products). Although I knew nothing about the medical field or engineering -- my science education began and ended with Biology 101 -- I put myself in charge of everything. Thirty- thousand dollars in credit-card debt later, I realized my folly, big as a whale. Being a Capricorn, I had no choice but to take a deep breath, roll up my sleeves, and avoid the evil-death-ray stares that my wife was laser-beaming into the back of my head. I pressed on and it eventually worked out -- sort of. After two and a half long, long years, I broke even. We celebrated our smashing success wildly and without care, and nine months later, my son Miles Andrew was born.

During this time, I wrote yet another book, Wokini with Billy Mills, a long-time friend and Olympic Gold Medalist. It was published by Feather Publishing, a small outfit in Sacramento. It did well regionally (sales of about 50,000 copies) and was picked up by Random House in 1994. The success, I confess, was primarily due to the name recognition of Billy Mills. (Newer editions have been published by Hay House Books.)

In early 1992, I sold my business and looked around for something to do while I was still breathing. "Pharmaceutical Sales" the ad read. "Okay," I said, and it was a really good choice at the time. The hours were good, the pay was good, and I only saw my boss once a month. Couldn't ask for anything more. I asked for and received a transfer from Sacramento to a small town in North Carolina, and in December 1992, we moved across the country to a place we'd never seen, where we could afford to buy a house and start living the American dream. We celebrated our arrival with champagne and candles, and nine months later, my son Ryan Cote was born.

It was also in late 1992 that I learned my younger sister Danielle had cancer. We kept our fingers crossed, said a lot of prayers, and as they tend to do, the years rolled on.

Mid-twenties life check. Good job, nice wife, cute kids, beautiful house overlooking a creek -- what more could there be? In May 1994, I found out. Cheers, the television show, broadcast its final episode. Bob Costas did an hour-long show prior to the episode and I remember lying awake most of the night after it aired. Cheers had been on for eleven years -- an entire era of my life -- and yet I realized that for the first time, I wasn't chasing my dreams anymore. My life was good, but I didn't want to look back from my deathbed and know I'd given that up trying to make my mark in the world. I decided I had to do something -- to chase a dream -- but what? My wife wasn't about to let me quit my job, so I decided that I'd give writing another shot. A real shot though, not a half-effort like before. I decided I could live with failure, but I didn't want to live the rest of my life knowing that I hadn't really tried. So, I decided to give myself three chances -- three more novels -- and if none of those was published, I'd be able to accept that I wasn't meant to be a writer.

Then, of course, I had to decide on the story, and sure enough, I did.

I wrote The Notebook over a six-month period, from June of 1994 until January of 1995, writing in the evenings from nine until midnight, and working one day on the weekends. In January 1995, I got transferred to Greenville, South Carolina and continued editing the book. In July 1995, I started soliciting agents, I found one, and the book was presented to publishers in October 1995. At the time, I was earning about $40,000 a year.

Warner Books bought the rights for $1,000,000.

If you think I was excited about that, you're severely underestimating my response. I jumped up and down so long I got a cramp in my calf. I was hoarse for two days from screaming. I could barely sleep. It didn't seem real, but it was. And it was absolutely wonderful.

The first thing I bought was a new wedding ring for my wife. I remember getting down on my knees and telling her that our life just might be changing forever and that I didn't know what the future would bring. Then I asked her to marry me again. Film rights to the novel were sold later that week to New Line Cinema and that was exciting, too. Foreign rights were sold (eventually into more than 45 languages), and the novel was made a Main Selection of the Literary Guild. Life was grand. Life was awesome.

And life, again, took another U-turn.

Two months later, in January 1996, I was told that my second son, Ryan, was autistic (a diagnosis that was later determined to be in error). It set off a year of tremendous worry and frustration.

Then, in September, my father was killed in an automobile accident at the age of 54. His death devastated his community and our family.

In October, my book was launched.

That month, I started the book tour for The Notebook. 56 events in over 45 cities crammed into three months. It was the longest book tour in Warner Books's history -- one of the longest ever, period -- but it was important for me to do, despite the fact that only one person showed up in Miami and one person showed up in San Francisco for events in those cities. The Notebook steadily grew in popularity through word-of-mouth. It ended up spending 56 weeks on the New York Times hardcover best-seller list, and another 54 weeks on the paperback list. It was only the third novel in the previous thirty years that had lasted over a year on the hardcover list, and the only novel to last over a year on both hardcover and paperback lists, until J.K. Rowling came along with Harry Potter. To this point, it has sold over 10,000,000 copies worldwide.

I continued selling pharmaceuticals through 1996 and into 1997, (long after The Notebook had been sold and published and while writing Message in a Bottle) for the simple reason that I didn't know if I could come up with another story or if I'd go down as a one hit wonder. I finally turned in the company car and hung up the suits for good in February 1997, when I thought Message in a Bottle was going well enough to give up the "real" job.

Beginning in early 1997, I also started working with my son Ryan, trying to "re- wire" his brain, so to speak, through intensive therapy. I spent 3-4 hours a day teaching him the mechanics of speech in the hopes of aiding his development and getting him to talk. It was just about the hardest and yet most rewarding thing I've ever done.

In April 1997, movie rights for Message in a Bottle were sold to Warner Brothers, with Denise DiNovi producing, when the novel was about half-completed. The following month, my family moved back to North Carolina and I finished the book soon after that.

Later that year, my sister's cancer reappeared, although the doctors were hopeful.

Message in a Bottle was published in the spring of 1998. I spent nearly two months on a book tour (50 events over 49 days, making it the second largest tour ever for Warner Books). The novel spent seven months on the best-seller list in hardback and another five months on the list in paperback. While on tour, I visited the movie set of Message in a Bottle while simultaneously working on a novel entitled "The Best Man." The story just wasn't working out, however; I threw out 200 pages and knew I had to start over on a completely different story. In the summer of 1998, once the tour was completed, I wrote A Walk to Remember and spent part of the fall editing that book. In December 1998, film rights to A Walk to Remember were sold to Warner Brothers, with Denise DiNovi producing again.

In February 1999, the film version of Message in a Bottle premiered, starring Kevin Costner, Paul Newman and Robin Wright Penn. It opened at number one at the box office and went on to gross more than $120 million worldwide.

By that time, Ryan was improving weekly, and the accurate diagnosis of his problem -- CAPD (a condition almost like dyslexia of sound) -- made the future seem far more hopeful for him. For the first time since he'd been born, our worries about him were beginning to fade, since we knew he was going to be fine.

I spent the spring and summer of 1999 writing The Rescue, which drew in large part on our experiences with Ryan. Since it was so emotional at times to write, my wife consoled me and offered support when I needed it. In July, my wife and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary, and wouldn't you know it? -- all that consoling had worked wonders and she was pregnant again.

In the fall of 1999, Ryan started kindergarten with other kids his age, in a regular, mainstream class. My wife and I were incredibly proud of him for all the work he'd done and all the struggles he'd had to overcome. (Miles had always been an excellent student, by the way).

Right around the time school for Ryan began, A Walk to Remember was published and the book tour included 42 events in 37 cities in the U.S., and another few cities in Europe. In the end, it would spend nearly six months on the hardcover best-seller list, another five months on the paperback best seller list, and it became the most popular novel in hardcover that I'd written up to that point.

Then, good and bad news came at once.

In January, 2000, my third son Landon was born. During that same month, we realized the drugs intended to control my sister's brain tumor were no longer working, and everyone in the family knew it was only a matter of time before she passed away.

I spent the first six months of 2000 flying back and forth to California to visit her, which was heart-breaking for me. Sadly, she passed in early June 2000 at the age of 33.

As in 1998, during those six months while my sister was growing ill and I was bonding with my infant son, I tried writing a novel that didn't pan out. I again threw out 200 pages, and started A Bend in the Road in July, after my editor came down for a visit to help me come up with a story.

In the fall of 2000, I went on tour for The Rescue. 32 events over 29 days, and another 11 days in Europe. The novel hit #1 on the New York Times, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today hardcover fiction lists, and spent nearly five months on the best-seller list. A couple of months later, I finished writing A Bend in the Road.

In January 2001, we started a massive landscaping project at our home since I'd always wanted a garden. It is, in all honesty, something to behold. As I like to tell people who ask if I did the work myself, "With these two hands. . ." I pause and hold my hands up, drawing attention to them, "I wrote all the checks that paid people to do all this."

Anyway, since it had been so busy for so long and I'd just finished my novel, my wife and I escaped for a romantic getaway weekend.

Sure enough, she was pregnant again.

In April, once the editing was completed on A Bend in the Road, I started my sixth novel, The Guardian. In May, filming for A Walk to Remember began, and in July, plans were made to adapt The Rescue into a television series.

In August, my twin daughters were born, Lexie Danielle and Savannah Marin.

In September, I went on tour for A Bend in the Road. This time, a smaller tour -- 20 events in the U.S. and a week in Europe, taking a little more than a month. Still far larger than most tours, but relatively small for me.

Throughout the fall, negotiations continued for The Rescue to be adapted as a television series, with Denise DiNovi and I serving as executive producers. The film rights to A Bend in the Road were optioned, and I finished the first draft of The Guardian. I then adapted that novel into a screenplay.

I also made the decision to support the creative writing department at the University of Notre Dame with a gift of $1,500,000, to be used for scholarships, internships, and fellowships annually.

In December 2001, I began my seventh novel, Nights in Rodanthe, and in January, 2002, I made the decision to publish that novel prior to The Guardian, given the structural challenges I was still wrestling with in that book. Nights in Rodanthe was completed in April, and I spent the summer editing and rewriting The Guardian. In September, Nights in Rodanthe debuted at #1 on the New York Times, Publishers Weekly, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists. The film rights to were sold to Warner Brothers, with Denise Di Novi again producing. The book tour covered 23 cities in 21 days, and upon my return, I finally finished editing The Guardian.

New Line Cinema's filming for The Notebook began in November 2002, with plans for a 2004 release. The film featured James Garner, Gena Rowlands, Ryan Gosling, and Rachel McAdams, and was directed by Nick Cassavetes, with Mark Johnson producing. In the fall of 2002 -- as the filming of The Notebook commenced -- I continued work on the adaptation of The Rescue as a weekly television series, and began writing my eighth novel, a sequel to The Notebook, The Wedding.

In early 2003, my brother and I spent three weeks traveling the world, and upon my return, I finished writing The Wedding. The Guardian was released in April 2003. I toured for a month, and the novel spent nearly five months on the best-seller list. Over the summer, I began work on my first non- fiction book entitled, Three Weeks with My Brother, and finished the first draft in September, just as The Wedding was to be published. The Wedding spent five months on the best seller list, and Three Weeks with My Brother was scheduled for publication in April 2004. In the midst of this busy year, I also learned that CBS passed on The Rescue as a television series, which was a bummer. You can't win them all. In April 2004, Three Weeks with My Brother was released, my brother and I toured eighteen cities, and it spent nearly six months on the non-fiction best seller list.

In June 2004, the film version of The Notebook was released, starring Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling. It was an amazing success, an instant movie classic, and a perfect companion to the book. Seeing it for the first time on screen, I was immensely flattered. The screenwriter, Jeremy Leven, drew heavily from the book. As an author, there's no finer compliment to receive.

That same summer, my oldest son, Miles, a seventh grader, began competing in track and field. I went out to the local public high school, where I'd been told they'd installed an all-weather track. I took a look, realizing it was nothing more than an oval, asphalt road. There wasn't a chance kids could practice on it without getting injured, so my wife and I decided to donate an all-weather tartan track, one that would foster a love of running and appreciation of an active lifestyle.

I also decided to begin coaching the local high school track team, focusing on the 400m and 800m, for competition at the high school and Jr. Olympic level. Little did I know how much a part of life coaching would become over the next few years.

In August 2004, I was surprised when three of my novels, The Notebook, The Wedding, and Nights in Rodanthe, all appeared together on the New York Times paperback bestseller list. Around that time, I was also asked to serve on the USA Track and Field Foundation Board of Directors, an honor which I eagerly accepted.

Construction on the new track began in the fall of 2004, around the same time I began work on True Believer. For whatever reason, work on that novel was exceptionally slow. I completed the novel in January 2005, it was rushed into print and published in April, where, like most of my other novels, it spent approximately five months on the best seller list. The tour, by the way, was the shortest I've done -- only fourteen cities -- but that was largely due to the fact that I already had another deadline looming. Immediately after finishing True Believer, I had embarked on a sequel, my first attempt at writing what was essentially a two-part novel. The story in At First Sight picks up two weeks after True Believer left off, and I completed the novel in June 2005. With the editing completed by July, the publisher decided to publish it in October. It debuted at #1 on the New York Times bestseller list.

Autumn 2005, brought yet another undertaking when my wife and I sponsored a family from New Orleans, in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. The family - one member, a son, was a young athlete I had met the previous summer named Karjuan Williams - moved to New Bern, and my wife and I spent a lot of time and energy establishing them in a new household. Around that time, my wife and I began thinking more about the local school options for our kids while considering our own educational philosophies. Long story short, in early 2006, we joined with Tom McLaughlin to found The Epiphany School. The school opened later that fall with approximately 100 students in grades 6-10. The school's mission challenges students to pursue lifelong learning, faithful discipleship, courageous leadership, and compassionate service. As a college preparatory school, Epiphany offers a rigorous course load that is enhanced by travel in coordination with their studies. My intention is that, by the time every student has graduated, he or she will have visited 26 countries on six continents, whether it's studying history of the Americas among Mayan ruins, Ancient Greece at the Parthenon, or ecology and the environment in the rain forests of Costa Rica. Now, the school serves nearly 300 students, and encompasses grades 5-12.

Meanwhile, between founding the school and coaching track and field at New Bern High School (the team would win both the indoor and outdoor state championships that spring), I was already hard at work on Dear John. The book was inspired by the movie Casablanca, one of my favorite films, and like Casablanca, Dear John explores what it really means to love another. The book was published in October 2006 again debuting at #1 on the New York Times bestseller list.

I began writing my thirteenth book, The Choice, in early 2007. With The Choice, I wanted to return to the structure of The Notebook. That spring, New Bern High School reprised as North Carolina state champions in track and field, and as if there wasn't enough going on, my wife and I decided it was finally time to build our dream home. We met with the architect for the first time in August 2007, and that fall, I went on yet another book tour for The Choice.

Construction on the new home began in January 2008, around the same time I began writing my fourteenth novel, The Lucky One. Unlike many of my other novels, it was inspired not by life events, but by an image: an image of a soldier finding a photograph and eventually searching for the woman in it. The idea for the novel had been gestating for a while, mostly because I was unsure how to structure it, but once I got started on it, the writing went relatively smoothly. That spring, 2008, New Bern High School again won the state championship in both indoor and outdoor track and field, and the team was beginning to come into its own at the national level as well. In 2008, six different relay teams competed in the national championships, bringing home three gold medals, two silver medals, and a fourth place finish.

I finished The Lucky One in June 2008; it was published in September. That fall was exceptionally busy: I had a media tour for the film version of Nights in Rodanthe, a U.S. book tour, and another book tour in Europe. At the same time, Dear John, starring Channing Tatum and Amanda Seyfried, began filming, and I spent some time at the set as well.

Simultaneously, I was already working on a new project. In August 2008, I learned that Miley Cyrus was interested in the possibility of working with me, and after meeting with executives at Disney, I agreed to write a screenplay entitled The Last Song. Between those three tours, I worked on the screenplay throughout the fall, completing the first draft in December 2008, and the final polish in January 2009. After that, I immediately began writing the novel of the same name. It's odd, I know. Usually, screenplays are adapted from novels (not the other way around) but since I was responsible for both and scheduling necessitated that the film begin shooting in the summer of 2009, I had no other choice. The Last Song, which is both a love story and a coming of age novel, was completed in June 2009, right around the time that filming began.

Spring 2009 brought other news as well. Film rights were sold for The Lucky One, and it is scheduled to begin filming in late 2010. Dear John was released in February 2010, and The Last Song was released a short time later in April 2010.

And as for the track team? New Bern again won the state championship (making four in a row), but the real thrills came at the national level. 2009 ended up being a season for the ages. In that year, New Bern High School ran the #1 U.S. time in seven different relays (something never done before), they won seven National Championships (something never done before), and they set three U.S. High School Records (something never done before). New Bern High School was recently voted the greatest high school relay team in history. (For those who want to see some of the races or read some of the articles that have been written about the team in 2008 and 2009, see Track and Field. Please note that in these races, the team is either referred to as New Bern High School, or Track Eastern Carolina.)

Which brings us, of course, to now. The house was finally completed, and I largely retired from coaching. But with the release of Dear John and The Last Song, 2010 was still an incredibly busy year. I am looking forward to the release of Safe Haven in September 2010.

And as always, life marches on.