I always think if I ever was going to get a tattoo it would be a literary one, given my profession and inclinations, and it would have to be from Gone with the Wind. I love this book so much. I would have ‘tomorrow is another day’ tattooed around my wrist, I think. I just love that statement, because it says so much about life, about Scarlett, about taking each day as it comes, about tomorrow always being a new start.
This is probably the fifth time I’ve posted a review of this book since I started keeping track of the books I read about four years ago, and I’m not sure what else I can say about it. Yes, it is racist. Yes, it is absolutely cringe-worthy in places. Yes, it does evoke the ‘lost cause’ of the South and a history that never really existed except in the minds of Southerners. But you can, if not excuse that, then at least explain it by being a product of its time and place. I don’t believing in whitewashing books simply because the sentiments expressed in them have no place in our society anymore. You can’t whitewash history simply because it’s uncomfortable.
But Scarlett, oh I love Scarlett. She’s such a heartless bitch, but I can’t help but love her. She’s so strong, so stubborn, so absolutely unwilling to give even an inch. Nothing can beat her, nothing can break her. And she’s so blind to her own best qualities as well, and to those in others. I can’t help but identify with her a little bit. And Rhett is just…well, Rhett. A rake, a scoundrel and a cad, but such a good man underneath all that, and he loves Scarlett so much. The end of this book always break my heart. I’m always there going ‘no, Rhett, don’t go!’ but he always does. *sighs* But there’s always that touch of hope there, that Scarlett can make things right, because tomorrow is another day, after all.