Let me start by saying, Nicholas Sparks has done it again with *Counting Miracles*. This book isn't just another love story—it's a raw, emotional rollercoaster that left me clutching tissues one minute and smiling through tears the next.

The characters—Tanner, Kaitlyn, Jasper, and the kids—felt so real. Tanner’s search for his father hit me hard, especially the way his military past shaped his quiet strength. And Jasper? That old man’s wisdom (and his whittling lessons with Mitch) added such warmth. The way their lives intertwined felt like fate, not just plot convenience.

I devoured this in two nights (sorry, sleep). The chapters *are* long—fair warning—but I couldn’t stop mid-way because Sparks nails the suspense. That forest scene with Jasper? My heart literally stopped. And yes, there’s religion woven in (Bible verses, struggles with faith), but it never feels preachy—just honest, like life.

Predictable moments? Sure. But the surprises (no spoilers!) made up for it. That ending twist? *Chef’s kiss*. It’s classic Sparks: tragic yet hopeful, with a finale that lingers like a hug.

If you want a book that makes you *feel*—about family, second chances, and how pain can lead to miracles—grab this. Just don’t read it in public unless you’re okay with crying over coffee.