Book Memory# 2: It was 1991. I remember lying in bed in Sahaganj and reading Gone with the wind. ( yes, I've always been a librocubicularist. And yeah, I was 14 when I read GWTW and not 12 as I'd erroneously assumed before.) The love story between Rhett Butler and Scarlett O' Hara drew me in like a bee to a honeypot. Scarlett was so unlike me at the time. I'd become rather reserved and diplomatic, a skill you learned to acquire when you were in a place surrounded by your dad's colleagues and their children. I admired Scarlett's 'fiddle-dee-dee', her ability to say whatever she thought, her inner strength, her ability to not care about what people thought about her. And I LOVED Rhett: The perennial bad boy who loved Scarlett for who she was. And I despised Ashley for being weak and lacklustre; Melanie for being bland and boring. The love story drew me in and I also learned about the old south, Georgia, the carpetbaggers, Tara, the Conf...
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