What I love about Saturdays: the ability to sleep nine hours, wake up, and read Gone with the Wind in bed. This is truly one of the best books ever. Ignorantly, I never knew there was a book (THANK you, Margaret Mitchell!), but growing up often watched the second of two VHS tapes, as the first tape was broken after the opening scene with the Tarleton boys. The actors were cast so perfectly to go along with the descriptions in the book, it made me wonder what came first, the book or the movie?! The book (1936) did come before the movie (1939).
I'm just beginning Chapter 18, and Scarlett is currently the widowed Katie Scarlett O'Hara Hamilton. Here's a great little section, just as Rhett and Scarlett are discussing the imminent siege on Atlanta, and that perhaps Rhett is staying in town to rescue Scarlett.
Scarlett tossed her head. "I won't need you to rescue me. I can take care of myself, thank you."
"Don't say that, Scarlett! Think of it, if you like, but never, never say it to a man. That's the trouble with Yankee girls. They'd be most charming if they weren't always telling you that they can take care of themselves, thank you. Generally they are telling the truth, God help them. And so men let them take care of themselves."
"How you do run on," she said coldly, for there was no insult worse than being likened to a Yankee girl.
Oh, how I love the South.