I've been anti blog lately. Why? I've been lost in a book. Don't worry, it happens regularly and I usually find myself in a few days. But this time the book was long, and consuming -- Gone with the Wind.
I read this book long ago when I was still a young whipper snapper. Then I devoured it for the story. This time I think I understood the moral dilemma, the soul rending grief, and the bitterness a little more. And so it was better, and so it was worse.
I finally had to stay up late last night to just finish it. It was ruining my days. Scarlett is so completely given over to selfishness that it was painful to read. I saw her pain and the obvious causes and I just started despairing. We can make life so difficult for ourselves. Certainly life is hard enough all by itself without us compounding things.
After my first reading of the book, I immediately picked up the sequel Scarlett(not written by Margaret Mitchell) to try and change the terrible ending. This time I told myself I wouldn't read it. But after the end of Gone with the Wind, I was so devastated that I may have to read it after all.
This was such a good book, although Matt swore he'd never read it after seeing me struggle with it. I'm interested in a great history of the civil war and especially the reconstruction. Does anyone have any good ideas?