My first book crush was Rhett Butler from Margaret Mitchell’s Gone with the Wind. I must have read all twelve hundred pages of that book twelve times when I was twelve years old. I remember reading it once while visiting my grandmother in Baltimore. She told me how much she loved the movie–it was the only film she’d ever gone to the theater to see twice. When we rented and watched it together, I fell in love with Clark Gable’s depiction of the character. This contentious scene between Scarlet and Rhett scene has always been a favorite of mine.
Does this guy remind you of anyone you know? (Or have ever read a book about…?)