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“Food! Food! Why did the stomach have a longer memory than the mind? Scarlett could banish heartbreak but not hunger and each morning as she lay half asleep, before memory brought back to her mind war and hunger, she curled drowsily expecting the sweet smells of bacon frying and rolls baking. And each morning she sniffed so hard to really smell the food she woke herself up.”

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Gone with the wind

Margaret Mitchell's 'Gone with the Wind' is a sweeping historical romance that follows the adventures of Scarlett O'Hara, a headstrong and ambitious woman living in the American South. The story spans the tumultuous years of the Civil War and the subsequent Reconstruction era, capturing the social and political changes that reshape the lives of its characters. Known for its vivid portrayal of the antebellum South and its characters, the novel has become a staple of American literature. more

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Margaret Mitchell
Margaret Mitchell

Margaret Mitchell, an American author born on November 8, 1900, and died on August 16, 1949, is best known for her novel 'Gone with the Wind'. This historical novel, set against the backdrop of the American Civil War and Reconstruction, has won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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