It is such a pleasure reading the things my sister writes. She is a beautiful writer, and prose matters so much to her. As a going away gift, she tucked her copy of “Gone With The Wind” into a basket with the Jack Daniels, some collard greens, and a subscription to Southern Living, and lovingly sent us on our way. It was the book that made me tear up.
Gina said that I needed to re-read the American classic, and with it all of my pre-conceived notions about people south of the Mason-Dixon line would be shattered. And boy, was she right.
I’m 474 pages into it and CANNOT PUT IT DOWN. I have such a major crush on Rhett Butler that Matt is starting to sneer at the very mention of his name. He’ll walk into the living room and glance over at me with piles of unfolded laundry to my right and left, nose buried in the book.
“What crazy antic is Captain Butler up to now? Raping and pillaging?”
“NO! It’s those DAMN YANKEES who are doing all the raping and pillaging! There was NO NEED for them to burn everything in sight… to steal food from all of the women and children! They went absolutely overboard and had no right to do these horrible things just to get their point across! Scarlett is a changed woman now… a changed and hardened woman forever and it’s all because of US!”
Matt, rolling his eyes, “I’m off to get a water ice at Ritas. Do you want me to get you anything?”
“Yeah, how bout that yummy chocolate custard and gelato thing they have? Thanks, babe.”
The least we could have done when we burned down their plantations was replace them with a reputable gelato chain!
May 29th, 2009 at 9:03 pm
Oh, that’s great! I loved reading that, especially how you wove your book and your husband and your life together.