It was a long one

Finished reading Gone with the Wind 2-3 days ago. (Actually I don't remember the day.) It took such a long time to read. I read bit by bit in bed (almost) every night. The novel is a long one, any way. I'm glad that I read it, otherwise I didn't know hjalf the pleasure of appreciating the (original) story. Of course it's 100 time better than the film, even though I still love the film.

I must say that Rhett Butler in the novel is much much more attractive than one by Clark Gable, which was a nice surprise. I wish I had such a man in my life. And the age difference between Scarlett and Rhett is the same as one between me and my hubby! And he left me, as Rhett left Scarlett in the end. Well, the way he left is completely different, though. The similarities ends here.
Strangely Ashley seemed pathetic than the one in the film. Probably because there was more details about life during and after the Civil War in the novel. Or, I felt so maybe because I just don't want to end up being like him.

Fortunately the novel didn't put me off to watch the film again some time later. It's like Dr Zhivago. The novel is far better, but the film was such a fantastic one that it's still good enough to watch again.

Now I'm thinking what to read next. I was planning to order Light in August by W Faulkner at the library. But not in the mood yet. At the moment, I've got beautiful American magazines sent by M, so I'm not bored yet. (Thanks, M! You spoil me too much!!) And I'll soon have a big poetry book by Saburou Kuroda. So, I'll be drown in his world this autumn, I guess.