CHAPTER 2
I’ve found that I have unconventional tastes when it comes to literary match-making. Rhett Butler? Ok, so maybe he and Scarlett deserve each other, but I certainly don’t mean that as a compliment.
And Mr. Darcy? Awkward, eccentric introvert? Umm, excuse me, but exactly what does he have going for him? Other than his fortune, I mean. If I wanted to read billionaire love stories, I’d find them a dime a dozen in the erotica section.
And what’s up with Rochester? I don’t mean that rhetorically either. I seriously want to ask Jane Eyre and her myriad fans what’s the deal with him.
I suppose I’m more of the boy-next-door kind of girl. Which is why when I read Little Women, I rooted for Laurie, the quintessential (and literal) boy next door. And Jo turned him down and married the pr
