Oh my goodness, WHAT am I doing not updating on Valentine's Day? Meaning it's still early in the day, but I just realized I hadn't intended to post. RIDICULOUSNESS. Let us celebrate a day of listening to boy bands singing about how much they love you, girl.
|May you too be accosted by a strange waltzing man in the forest|
All right. We've gotta do it. Favorite couples in literature? I did a post on this WAY back in the day, but who wants to look back that far? Nobody, that's who. So these are couples that made me literally flail, regardless of the overall quality of the book:
Will Ladislaw/Dorothea Brooke, Middlemarch - I read this when I was 19 and I LOVE THEM. Dorothea Brooke is my gold standard for life. I love her. And they are awesome.
Lord Peter Wimsey/Harriet Vane - What do you MEAN you haven't read Dorothy L. Sayers's Lord Peter Wimsey series?? Get on that. It starts with Whose Body?, which isn't that great, but it SWIFTLY improves until becoming amazing. Lord Peter is an English lord in the '20s. He eventually meets detective novelist Harriet Vane, who's on trial for murder and he proposes to her the first time they meet. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.
Paul/Helen, The Historian - I know the quality of this book is debatable, but I love them. They're all bookish and cute. I mean, Helen's a bit of a hardass, but a LOVABLE hardass. Plus I'm kind of into epistolary novels, not gonna lie, and this is all "I'm gonna read this journal/these letters from the past!" Huzzah.
Nan King/Florence Banner, Tipping the Velvet - I didn’t think I’d like Flo. But then it turned out she’s all into the labor movement and makes Nan a better person, whereas Kitty’s just an energy sucker. A really hot energy sucker, but an energy sucker nonetheless. And whatever, People Who Only Ship Nan/Kitty, Nan and Flo make out in a closet. That was the height of sexuality to my 14-year-old imagination, which I will now revert to for the purposes of this post (erm, not that I was 14 when I read Tipping the Velvet).
Adam Bede/Dinah Morris, Adam Bede - Okay, George Eliot is the Queen of 19th Century Fanfic. The main problem I had with Adam Bede is that Dinah disappears for a huge portion of it and it instead focuses on Hetty the Harlot. Who teaches us all a little something about not having sex with the upper class. But Georgey (as I call her in my head) pulls through in true fanfic style, which makes me love her.
Alfred/Sophronia Lammle, Our Mutual Friend - I'm almost positive Dickens doesn't want these two shipped, but I'm doing it anyway. They're minor characters in a book that causes great anger to rise in me when discussing it for too long, but I like them.
|See how happy they look?|
Charming to see Mr. and Mrs. Lammle taking leave so gracefully, and going down the stairs so lovingly and sweetly. Not quite so charming to see their smiling faces fall and brood as they dropped moodily into separate corners of their little carriage.
Sigh. They'll work it out. If I have to Thursday Next that shit, I'll do it.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
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