So I've been lost in a book...really two books, soon to be three for close to two months. And I'm taking my own sweet time with them because I don't want them to end.
I am in LOVE with Gone with the Wind.
I didn't expect to be. Gabby gave me the book for Christmas and I remember looking at it with dread. I looked more like a project that a pleasure...1024 pages of tiny print to be exact. But I was in love by the first 50 pages.
Margaret Mitchell wrote her novel with such detail and such amazing characters, I'm afraid I'll be dissappointed when I pick up another book.
I'm finished with the original GWTW, now I'm on to Scarlett, and I'm close to finishing that.
It's my understanding Scarlett, written by Alexandra Ripley, was actually plotted out, at least partially, by Margaret Mitchell herself. While Ripley's portrayal of the characters is a little more shallow than Mitchell's, it's still an engrossing read. The journey I'm on with Scarlett is unlike anything I would have expected at the conclusion of the first book.
Once Scarlett is over I'm on to Rhett Butler's People...we'll see how long I can drag this out...
