As a side note, I'm reading Gone With The Wind. It's my first time. I've never seen the movie.
I don't think I'll be able to watch it after I've gotten through the book. The picture it paints in my mind is such that I think, no, I know, I'd be disappointed with the film. It's the sort of book to read that begs for words like delicious to describe it. It's soft and lush and beautiful, yet real and true in it's pictures of people.
It's also huge. The size of a book has never turned me away, but this one is dense. It is slow reading in general, and the copy I have from the library has very tiny print squeezed together page after page. This may be the one that shoves me over to the bifocals. As it is, the eye clinic just sent me a note yesterday about the great advances in bifocal contacts. Add that to the boys telling me to get some contacts so I don't look so old, because after all mom, you're getting a lot of those sparkly white hairs.
Honesty is a good quality in a child, right??
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