Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
June 11, 2007
Fiddle Dee Dee
Thanks to Margaret Mitchell, I've been lost in the Antebellum and Reconstruction era South all weekend. Cliched though it is, I just can't put down Gone With the Wind. I did manage a few loads of laundry, got my car inspected, went to Ink About It, brought lunch to my husband at work, groomed the cats, went to Ocean's 13, and slept a lot. But the entire time I was doing these things I couldn't stop thinking about that damned Scarlett O'Hara and what predicament she was going to be in next. And now that I'm 800 pages into the 1000-page novel, pressing forward at every chance, I can't help but feel that I don't want it to end.
See, I have a big soft spot for historical fiction. Especially sweeping, epic novels like Edward Rutherford's Sarum and London, Tolstoy's Anna Karenina, and Tolkein's Lord of the Rings (it's historical, even if it is an alternate universe). While I like my fiction set in an earlier time period, it kills me when I only get a couple hundred pages. I want more historical detail, more character development, and more history. I want to immerse myself in a different era and fully understand the social and historical challenges people faced then. Epic novels give me that.
Now I find myself looking for opportunities to read so I can finish it. I stayed up 'til quarter of 4 Saturday night because I couldn't put it down. And instead of surfing the web during my lunch break, I'll be tucked into a chair somewhere squeezing in an extra chapter.
Posted by criminal at June 11, 2007 12:04 PM
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uh huh, now I see why Barbies wedding pictures aren't posted yet! ;)
Posted by: Aunt Marlene at June 11, 2007 9:23 PM