Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Frankly, my dear, I didn't really like "Gone with the Wind." The movie, I mean. I never got around to reading the book. Sad. I probably would have liked it. And now I might have to read it after this one. I wanted to complain about the romantic mush that's all throughout the book, but it's straight up. I like that. There are happy times and sad times and DISASTER times. Does Scarlett get Rhett in the end? Come on, don't act like you don't know. Does she deserve him? Did she really grow up like it says she did? And is he even all that wonderful himself? But it doesn't matter 'cause it's not like that. Of course it ends happily, in a way. Well, whatever, I would recommend this little novel to pretty much anyone, I guess. It does take some patience 'cause I wanted to strangle Scarlett about 500 times for being such an idiot and putting hope in places that it didn't belong. That being specifically in a man. Hoping that her man would come back to her. Funny, that. I'm hoping that mine will leave. Is that equally as futile?