(A lovely meme hosted by Booking Through Thursday. If you want to participate, clicking the image will take you through to the entry.)
What’s the largest, thickest, heaviest book you ever read? Was it because you had to? For pleasure? For school?
At 1,048 pages, Margaret Mitchell’s Gone With the Wind is by far the longest book I’ve ever read. I read it for the first time in 7th grade — and got a 95% on the Accelerated Reader test, boo-yah!
I enjoyed the book at the time, but I don’t think I understood it very well — there’s so much going on, plus I hadn’t yet learned a lot of the history behind the tale itself.
I read the book again in high school. I took it with me to school during the week or so that all the standardized testing was going on; I would inevitably finish my test and then would have to sit still for another three and a half hours — and a book was the perfect way to distract myself from that.
By then I understood a lot more, and came to realize that I absolutely despise Scarlett: she’s obnoxious, spoiled, and petty. And even once she does take control of her own life, and starts making her own money, she’s still pining after Ashley, that pale sap who won’t give her the time of day. It makes my Inner Feminist unhappy.
So it’s not my favorite, but Gone With the Wind is definitely worth reading (or skimming) at least once. Or you can watch the movie, if you can stand it.
What’s the biggest book you’ve ever read? Why were you reading it, and did you like it?