dusty bookshelves.

I don't know why, but they're making a second sequel to Gone with the Wind. As if one butchering of Rhett and Scarlett weren't enough. And it's being written by a man named Donald McCaig.

I don't care if it's good or if it's bad. I refuse to read it. Although, you know, it's interesting, Gone with the Wind is no longer my favorite novel. I don't care what Rhett and Scarlett do to make it work. But bringing this tale back off the bookshelf in a form it was never intended to be placed in? Please, just leave it alone. Restore some sanctity to this world of commercialized fiction.