When I was 5 years old, my mother read me 'Gone With The Wind' at night, before I went to bed. I remember her reading almost all year.

To Southerners like my mother, 'Gone With the Wind' was not just a book; it was an answer, a clenched fist raised to the North, an anthem of defiance.

Great balls of fire. Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me sugar.

Longing hearts could only stand so much longing.

I'm not a fan of 'Gone With the Wind.' I didn't like the movie. I didn't like the book.

When I was 8, I was reading 'Gone with the Wind' and 'Pride and Prejudice' and all that, not knowing it wasn't my reading level.