Gone with the Wind
Since its original publication in 1936, Gone With the Wind—winner of the Pulitzer Prize and one of the bestselling novels of all time—has been heralded by readers everywhere as The Great American Novel.
Widely considered The Great American Novel, and often remembered for its epic film version, Gone With the Wind explores the depth of human passions with an intensity as bold as its setting in the red hills of Georgia. A superb piece of storytelling, it vividly depicts the drama of the Civil War and Reconstruction.
This is the tale of Scarlett O’Hara, the spoiled, manipulative daughter of a wealthy plantation owner, who arrives at young womanhood just in time to see the Civil War forever change her way of life. A sweeping story of tangled passion and courage, in the pages of Gone With the Wind, Margaret Mitchell brings to life the unforgettable characters that have captured readers for over seventy years.
Fearing to have her skirt out of his hand for even a minute. The siege went on through the hot days of July, thundering days following nights of sullen, ominous stillness, and the town began to adjust itself. It was as though, the worst having happened, they had nothing more to fear. They had feared a siege and now they had a siege and, after all, it wasn’t so bad. Life could and did go on almost as usual. They knew they were sitting on a volcano, but until that volcano erupted there was nothing.
“Scarlett, I have something so important to tell you that I hardly know how to say it.” She had cast down her eyes demurely, her heart beating with wild pleasure, thinking the happy moment had come. Then he had said: “Not now! We’re nearly home and there isn’t time. Oh, Scarlett, what a coward I am!” And putting spurs to his horse, he had raced her up the hill to Tara. Scarlett, sitting on the stump, thought of those words which had made her so happy, and suddenly they took on another meaning,.
“Miss Melanie has no milk.” Dear God, but Mother would faint at that! “Well, Miss Scarlett, mah Dilcey ten’ ter Miss Melly’s chile. Mah Dilcey got a new chile herseff an’ she got mo’n nuff fer both.” “You’ve got a new baby, Pork?” Babies, babies, babies. Why did God make so many babies? But no, God didn’t make them. Stupid people made them. “Yas’m, big fat black boy. He—” “Go tell Dilcey to leave the girls. I’ll look after them. Tell her to nurse Miss Melanie’s baby and do what she can for.
“Whatever would I do with a sawmill?” “Make money! We can make loads of money. Or I’ll pay you interest on the loan—let’s see, what is good interest?” “Fifty per cent is considered very fine.” “Fifty—oh, but you are joking! Stop laughing, you devil. I’m serious.” “That’s why I’m laughing. I wonder if anyone but me realizes what goes on in that head back of your deceptively sweet face.” “Well, who cares? Listen, Rhett, and see if this doesn’t sound like a good business to you. Frank told me.
“Well, you are both hard-headed business women and both successful. Belle’s got the edge on you, of course, because she’s a kind-hearted, good-natured soul—” “Will you get out of this room?” He lounged toward the door, one eyebrow raised quizzically. How could he insult her so, she thought in rage and pain. He was going out of his way to hurt and humiliate her and she writhed as she thought how she had longed for his homecoming, while all the time he was drunk and brawling with police in a.