Message in a Bottle lacks the emotional power that Sparks enerated in his excellent novel, The Notebook. Meager character development, the lack of crisis and tedium makes this 288 pages book like going sailing without wind - listless and boring. The exchange between the key characters is often insipid ("you were kinda quite tonight" she said. "I guess I didn't have much to say." He said. She took his hand, "I am glad you were with me." "Yea" he said.") and the trite dialogue between these two lovers often make you wince.
The melodrama begins with a mid-aged, lonely, single mother (Theresa) kicking at the waves along the shores of Cape Cod. When, lo and behold, she finds a corked bottle that floats into her life. A bottle that contains a lamenting (and quite pathetic) love letter. He whines and pines over his lost true love, his soul-mate and lost wife -"Catherine". As a budding co-dependent she avidly reads each wailing word, and is deeply touch by Mr. Bottleman. Any man that you would force to read Mr. Bottleman's poetic letter would quickly suspect that it was wrote after the said writer drank the contents of the bottle he was about to use - Cutty Shark. So what is an accomplished, educated and cosmopolitan co-dependant woman to do (the right answer is to throw the bottle and message back into the sea without the cork)? Why, she finds out where Mr. Bottleman lives (Wilmington, NC) and begins her journey of finding this man, a man with emotional depth, the man who can offer her finally, for once, dear God just once, the same kind of love she has to give (folks you are going to need a few bottles yourself to get to the end of this book). Does she find him. Yes!
Does she find the deep, self-sacrificing love that only Mr. Bottleman can offer? Of course not - he goes stupid on us and sails into the gail of the decade. Not Recommended.