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A review by dorothy_gale
Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
5.0
5★: I CAN’T THINK ABOUT THIS NOW; I’LL THINK ABOUT IT LATER. I write this ‘review’ for my children, and hopefully my grandchildren. I consider my thoughts and feelings on books a part of my legacy. And this particular book is a favorite so, unlike other reviews, it will include some background as to where I was in life when I read it.
In October of 2010, I set out on a road trip to finish the last eight states in my bucket list goal of visiting all 50. They were all along the eastern seaboard, so the general plan was to fly into Atlanta, drive up the coast, and fly back from Boston. And of course partake in sightseeing along the way, including “leaf peeping” and Ben & Jerry’s in Vermont. It was on this adventure that I first encountered Gone With the Wind, the novel.
I had taken a 15-state road trip six months prior with my then-husband of two years, and it was a terrible way to find out that he was not cut-out for road trips. We were never able to synchronize our bathroom stops or music preferences, and he did not like waking up in a different place every day (I loved it!) Years after we divorced, he told me he regretted his poor attitude and behavior on that trip. It had been my first big road trip and, in the planning stages, all of the driving seemed daunting. But once we were out there, it wasn’t as bad as I had imagined. Upon return, I began planning a “Final Eight” trip and it never even crossed my mind to include my husband. The two trips couldn’t have had a more stark contrast. I felt unparalleled freedom, joy, and peace as I ventured out on my own and did whatever the hell I wanted to do. As I write this twelve years later, it remains the best trip of my life so far.
The Atlanta kick-off for this wonderful solo trip included sitting at a news desk at CNN, sampling ALL of the 50+ worldwide flavors at Coca-Cola (
In October of 2010, I set out on a road trip to finish the last eight states in my bucket list goal of visiting all 50. They were all along the eastern seaboard, so the general plan was to fly into Atlanta, drive up the coast, and fly back from Boston. And of course partake in sightseeing along the way, including “leaf peeping” and Ben & Jerry’s in Vermont. It was on this adventure that I first encountered Gone With the Wind, the novel.
I had taken a 15-state road trip six months prior with my then-husband of two years, and it was a terrible way to find out that he was not cut-out for road trips. We were never able to synchronize our bathroom stops or music preferences, and he did not like waking up in a different place every day (I loved it!) Years after we divorced, he told me he regretted his poor attitude and behavior on that trip. It had been my first big road trip and, in the planning stages, all of the driving seemed daunting. But once we were out there, it wasn’t as bad as I had imagined. Upon return, I began planning a “Final Eight” trip and it never even crossed my mind to include my husband. The two trips couldn’t have had a more stark contrast. I felt unparalleled freedom, joy, and peace as I ventured out on my own and did whatever the hell I wanted to do. As I write this twelve years later, it remains the best trip of my life so far.
The Atlanta kick-off for this wonderful solo trip included sitting at a news desk at CNN, sampling ALL of the 50+ worldwide flavors at Coca-Cola (