Gone With The Wind is easily in my top 10 books of all time. I feel a little nervous saying that, in case anybody asks me what the others are. The answer changes on almost a daily basis, but GWTW would pretty much always have a spot. I first read it in 2007 on a trip to China; I’m a nervous flier and there were lots of internal flights on airlines I didn’t altogether trust, so its thousand-plus pages really helped me to stay calm. Well, calm-ish. I re-read it the year before last and found so many subtleties of character and plot that I’d either forgotten or missed the first time around, and then I started it again this summer in preparation for a trip to the South (my first).
Imagine my joy, then, at rocking up here:
As you can see, it was a beautiful summer’s day in Atlanta, and I was beyond excited to be at the home of the great Margaret Mitchell. I only had half an hour before I had to go and meet my friends (as usual, we were trying to cram far too much into our one day in Atlanta), but I’m so glad I got to go there and learn a little more about the life of the woman who created such remarkable characters. And who kept me calm on Chinese aeroplanes in 2007, of course.