Gone with the Wind... (1)
reading an epic novel has its own charm, its own attraction so to say. the sheer volume did make me wonder if i was outta ma mind! for this was no 'mills and boons' or 'Nicholas Sparks' or a classic that was going to venture. it was Margret Mitchell's 'Gone with the Wind'. i had spent weeks thinking would i be able to complete or shall it meet the with fate of Hardy's 'Return of the Native', which i read in bits and rapidly schemed through till the time Mrs. Yeobright set on the fateful journey. a lot of questions ran across. so this American classic was my Everest for the summer. it was my idea of defying my own lethargy.
every sporting event requires a thorough warm up. reading, in my view needs the same. thus, EM Forster's 'A Room With a View' and 'Maurice', Judith Guest's 'Ordinary People', F.Scott Fitzgerald's classic 'The Great Gatsby', 'The Quilt' by Ismat Chughtai and short stories by Premchand proved to awaken the ardent reader in me. i became restless and addicted. i wanted more. i knew i was ready to for Scarlett O'Hara and her Southern world.
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