Tag: Gone With The Wind
“I’ll think about it tomorrow, after all, tomorrow is another day.”
Margaret Mitchell may have written the words of Gone With The Wind, but it’s Scarlett O’Hara we think of when we read or hear them.
Elizabeth Bennet Anne Shirley Daisy Buchanan
Auntie Mame Catherine Earnshaw Nancy Drew
Holly Golightly Dorothy Gale Jo March Cosette
Jane Eyre Juliet Capulet Nora Charles Charlotte
Blanche Dubois Pecola Alice Daisy Miller Lily Bart
Becky Sharp Mary Lennox Emma Woodhouse
We’ve had tea and coffee with these women.
Ate ice cream and chocolate with these women.
Even taken baths with these women.
Stretched out under a tree with these women.
Flew with these women.
Drank with these women.
Dreamed of being these women.
Tried to make sure not to be some of these women.
Loved them. Hated them. Pitied them.
We’ve cried with them, laughed with them.
Shouted yahoo! for these women.
Watched them live, love, sometimes die.
Felt their sorrow.
Rejoiced in their triumphs.
We’ve learned from their failures, cheered them on.
They’ve seen us at our best and our worst.
They’ve met our loved ones, including cats and dogs.
They live in our homes.
Fiction’s loved and hated heroines hold a place in our hearts and remind us of who we were, who we are and who we want to be.
Take a few minutes to relax and remind yourself of the joys of a good read with this delectably illustrated book, Well-Read Women: Portraits of Fiction’s Most Beloved Heroines by Samantha Hahn (Chronicle Books).
Contains smile-inducing illustrations of fictional heroines (although I would have liked Bridget Jones included, but maybe in the next book) by the talented Samantha Hahn, accompanied by some of your favourite quotes from these ladies and their authors.
“It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr. Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It’s like being called Heathcliff and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden, shouting “Cathy” and banging your head against a tree.” ~Bridget Jones
Bridget Jones’s Diary by Helen Fielding