Look Who’s Back from North Carolina!

At church on Sunday, someone asked me, “So how was North Carolina?”
“Amazing!” was my immediate reply. (I think that’s a little bit of an understatement.)

There’s just something amazingly fun about being away from someone or a group of people (or even a state!) for over a year and then coming back to visit. That’s the way it was like for me to go back to North Carolina after being gone for what seemed like forever and a day and I left almost in tears – both of joy that I was able to actually see all of my old friends again and that we were leaving yet again – and looking forward to the next time we’d be able to go!

Before that, however, let me share with you something extremely fun about the Saturday before – the thing I alluded to as “a very exciting event.”

Guess where we went?! Well, you never will, so I’ll tell you!

We got to go to another ball! Yes, another one! (Two in two weeks is insane but a whole lot of fun, by the way!) This one was put together by some friends of ours and it was so sudden that I didn’t know about it until about a week before it actually took place! It was Regency-themed, so I got to don my Regency dress for the second time and the first for a ball! (And I actually made this dress all by me onesies, with no help from a certain older sister!!)

I’ve posted a few pictures below. I/my younger brother took less than at The Historical Ball because there were a lot less people there and we were too busy learning different Regency dances! (Patting myself on the back, though, because this is the soonest I’ve posted pictures from a ball! It’ll probably be an unbroken record, heehee….)

This is literally the number of people that were there first. One guy and about ten or twelve girls. Just a small assembly, but I didn’t care!

So much fun! We actually learned the Netherfield Ball dance from P&P95, too! I was so excited! (Sad thing is, it’ll take some serious brain-wracking to remember all of the steps….)

My adorable little brother and a friend. : )

About forty-five minutes after it started, this was our number of people. I think the size actually doubled – and, as you can see, there were a few more guys. : )

We literally laughed our way through most of the dances, which is the best part about learning Regency dances – you have no idea what you’re doing but it’s still a ton of fun!

Cutie-pie little brother, running in between us during a dance! Look at that smile! I think he’s having fun – don’t you? : )

Me and two friends at the end – tired but happy!

(And that’s all I’ll post. I shall restrain myself. : D)

The next day was Sunday, so Arwen and I had to leave right after church to go to my grandparents’ house. It was about an hour and a half of a ride – and on the highway for most of it!!! – and we spent it listening to a Jimmy Needham album that I recently discovered called ‘Speak.’ (Really good, by the way! Check it out on YouTube – it might be on there somewhere….)

We had a really fun time with our grandma – watching the closing ceremonies of the Olympics (which was weird but entertaining…), sleeping in until ten (on a school day, too!), getting manicures and pedicures (I smile every time I see my lime green toes… love them to death!), eating at Panara Bread (I got a salad – the only gluten-free thing on the menu, sadly…), and browsing Barnes and Noble for nearly two hours (one of my favorite pastimes…). Thank you, Grandma!!!

We spent Tuesday doing random things at the house. The usual violin and piano lessons, last-minute packing, and I spent the entire morning doing a half a module of Chemistry. How much fun is that?! : P

Is it just us, or does every family have trouble getting out the door for a vacation?! It seems like every single time, we leave an hour later than when we’d wanted to! Well, for this one, I had a doctor’s appointment (those vampires needed more blood… again…), so we actually got out of the door at a reasonable time!!

After the short detour, we headed on down the road. About an hour after we left the doctor’s office, Mom asked if I’d brought my camera. Argh. Hate it when I forget my camera!!! (Thus the reason why the following pictures are blurry – I took them on my phone.) The ride was pretty uneventful and we got to our friends’ house in record time. We all jumped into their pool and had a blast with some other friends that just happened to be there!

That night, before we went to the friends’ house where we were staying, I talked with a friend about Anne of Green Gables, showing her the pictures I’d put on my phone and laughing about our favorite scenes. “Wouldn’t it be great,” she said, “if we could get together and watch it tomorrow?!” “Yeah!” I replied. And we were already going to be staying at another one of my girlfriend’s house, so why not watch it there? We sort of joked about it, but the next day, after a rousing game of Pit with Arwen, my friend and some of her brothers, we ended up driving to the first friend’s house in a 15-passenger van with all of my siblings except my little brother and most of my girlfriend’s siblings!! We stopped for some provisions (aka candy, heehee…) and started the sequel to AoGG about fifteen minutes after we got there. (We had quite a few options, actually – the first AoGG, the sequel, Emma ’09, P&P05, and a few others that we tossed around.) We ended up deciding on the sequel to AoGG and had a blast! Our brothers played Wii together away from the girly-movie room, which was a change from what normally happens at my house (although my brothers don’t mind watching period dramas).

I haven’t watched a period drama with friends in a long time and it was so much fun! Especially with such an emotional movie as the sequel to AoGG!! None of us cried (although I teared up when Gilbert said, “Please say yes…” like I always do…), but we laughed a lot and made comments about Anne’s hair and Gilbert’s hair and the sad scenes and Anne’s imaginary ideal. (It was a very deep conversation.)

Our feast. YUM!!! (I didn’t eat that entire bowl of Skittles, M&Ms, and Minty M&Ms by myself, by the way. My friend sitting beside me helped.) : )

We ended up staying at that friends’ house for dinner – which was an absolute blast! – and then playing a game of Terrorists and Normal People (I guess we should have said Civilians…) at the house where we were staying. (Terrorists and Normal people isn’t a shooting or kamikaze pilot game, by the way – it’s more like Follow the Judge to Court, Tag, and Hide-and-Seek, all rolled into one.)

The next day, Friday, we went to our old art teacher’s house. This was the actual reason for the visit – to get a loom from her so that my younger sister could pick up weaving again. We did a weird sort of trade-off where my sisters were at her house re-learning a few things and I rode with Mom to drop off my brothers at my younger brother’s friend’s house and to get a birthday gift for a friend. Sound complicated? It was. Not only was I so rushed that I accidentally got a very short skirt for the birthday girl, but I also saw an old friend that I literally haven’t seen in about five or six years. Good with the bad. : )

Getting the loom into the car, by the way, was a nightmare! We didn’t really think about asking how big the loom was and measuring our trunk, so we ended up – after about an hour of re-organizing our suitcases and random stuff we’d brought and accumulated over the past few days, then re-re-organizing it – taking the back row out of our car and putting the seats and our luggage on top of the loom. The ride back was another nightmare, but I’ll get to that later.

Then, to top it all off, it started raining right as were were heading to the birthday girl’s house, also the home where we were going to spend the night. We were about an hour late to the party, so my mom just dropped me and my sisters and drove away without talking to anyone to get my brothers. It was a pool party – ‘was’ is a key word there! – and the party-goers ended up spending most of it in the garage playing Apples to Apples and eating hamburgers. I spent it inside helping put out food and talking with Arwen and my friends while we ate, then looking at my brother’s wound he’d gotten at his friend’s house. (It’s rare that he comes back without some sort of injury….)

Anyway, when the party started wrapping up, a bunch of my friends started showing up! We had a blast just talking and watching a Panthers game. (I also had a good conversation with two friends about The Hunger Games. Very enlightening!)

A few of the friends I got to see, plus my family! It was a blast seeing everybody again!

That night, Arwen and two friends and me stayed up until midnight reading comic strips on laptops and enjoying it immensely.

How I feel about my blog sometimes… : )

We hung around and talked for a while and left after one of my friends got back from work. (This was when my mom cried and I felt like it – these friends are like family to us! It was really sad to leave them….)

We dropped by a few other friends houses and I got to visit my friend Elinor, which was a lot packed into a very short visit.

Elinor, Arwen, and my toenails – all painted. : ) I saw that all of our toes were painted and was like, “Kodak Moment!” (I rarely get my toenails painted, so this was a rare occasion.)

On the ride home, three of us were squished in the middle row beside my little brother’s carseat. It was really cramped, so we switched off a few times when we stopped to get gas, then at Starbucks, then to get drinks.

An invite to an Elvis-themed concert that was tacked on a board at the gas station. Sigh. Thuh speling theis days. What r peeple thinknig?!

We watched Emma ‘o9 in the car ride while my sisters and I had our turn being squished in the middle row – most of it, at least – and had such a good time squealing over all of the good parts. (My love for Mr. Knightley has only grown fonder. Favorite Jane Austen hero and not ashamed to say it!!!)

We got back home at about 9:30, but stayed up until midnight unpacking. We went to church the next morning bright and early to practice music for worship and that’s when a friend asked how North Carolina was. I hope you can tell why it was so amazing!

Love you, dear, dear North Carolina friends!!!


PS: Oh, yeah! I nearly forgot. The Historical Ball post was my hundreth post. : )

Interview with Author Amy Dashwood!

Hello, everyone! Almost recovered from the awesomeness last Saturday? : )

I’m here today with budding authoress Amy Dashwood, who has recently published her debut novel, Only a Novel – which is an unassuming name for such an awesome novel. (Amy doesn’t know this yet, but I got my copy in the mail yesterday and stayed up until – well, I won’t tell you how late, but it was late! – reading her wonderful book! I’ll most likely do a review sometime soon, too, so watch for that.)

Anyway, Amy graciously let me do an interview with her! I’ve been on pins and needles to see her answers to my questions and I hope you’ll enjoy the interview as much as I did!

First, can you tell us a little bit about yourself?

Well, for starters, what I know about myself isn’t really worth telling, but if you’ll let me tell you what I imagine about myself… oh, very well. I’ll stick to facts. If you insist. But I’ll try to make the facts interesting.

I am… saved by the grace of Jesus Christ, homeschooled since kindergarten, the oldest of five children and a wearer of glasses. 😛 I absolutely love communication, whether it be through talking (ahem), writing or blogging—and I do all of those all the time! I wear socks almost year-round, I obsess over chocolate, and I like things that smell good. There, that’s a little bit about myself. 😀 (Oh, and I use far too many smileys for my own good.)

Will you tell us a little bit about your book Only a Novel?

Elizabeth Markette has always led a quiet and privileged life under the guardianship of her wealthy grandmother. But when her grandmother dies and leaves twenty-one-year-old Elizabeth alone in the world and nearly penniless, she’s forced to earn her own living for the first time in her life. Taking inspiration from her favorite British novels, she sets sail for England to seek a position as a governess. Before she can do that, however, she is (rather abruptly and overwhelmingly) befriended by a lonely and slightly eccentric young socialite, Lavinia Bancroft, who introduces her to the sparkling world of London society. Yet Elizabeth still feels the need to make her own way, though once she actually acquires a position, she begins to have doubts as to whether she’s actually qualified. The children she’s teaching don’t seem to like her, the housemaid seems far too eager to be friends—who wants to be friends with a housemaid?—and the stable hand keeps interfering with the children. Elizabeth’s one hope and consolation is that somehow, some way, Mr. Darcy will come riding out of the mists very soon indeed to save her from a life of respectable servitude. There’s just one problem—where is he?

How’d you come up with the title of your book? Did you come up with it in the beginning, before you started writing, or after, when you were finished and knew exactly what your book was about? (It always takes me forever to decide names for my novels…. I’m notorious for having an untitled novel months after it’s finished….)

Originally, my novel was supposed to be titled What Would Elizabeth Bennet Do? Thankfully, my family and close friends talked me out of that. 😀 I usually take forever to title things… in fact, I have an entry in my journal from December 2011 that expresses my frustration at not being able to find a perfect name for “the Elizabeth story”. I hit on Only a Novel after realizing that my story mirrored Northanger Abbey more than Pride and Prejudice—that is, the heroine is much more like Catherine Morland than she is like Elizabeth Bennet. Slowly, she begins to realize that life doesn’t always play out the way it does in books, and that a fairy-tale-perfect story is something that appears in only a novel. (Not to say that real life can’t have a happily-ever-after, of course, but I’d better hush up now before I spoil the ending.)

When did you start writing and what was the very first thing you wrote?

I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don’t know what I did before that. Just loafed, I suppose.
~P.G. Wodehouse

That quote, one of my favorites, is actually pretty true for me. My first work of fiction was an epic tale entitled “The Bobbsey Twins and the Blueberry Contest”, written at the age of five 😀 for a school assignment. It incorporated all of my spelling and vocabulary words and recounted the adventures of—you guessed it—the Bobbsey Twins, as they picked blueberries for a contest. And celebrated Thanksgiving. In the same day. I don’t think I was particularly knowledgeable about fruit seasons as a kindergartner.

Do you write in the same genre all the time, or different genres depending on your mood or what you feel like writing?

Different genres depending on mood and feel-like, definitely. 😀 Sometimes I feel dramatic and sometimes I’m silly and sometimes I’m in between, and I have stories going for all three moods.

Do you have any advice for writers, either novices or experienced?

Can I steal a quote to answer this? Ray Bradbury once said, “Your intuition knows what to write, so get out of the way.” My advice to anyone is to write the story that you want to tell. Don’t let it bother you if you think no one else will be interested. Just write it, for crying out loud. The people who like that sort of thing will find it the sort of thing they like, and the people who don’t like that sort of thing… well, did you want their approval to begin with?

And the ultimate writerly question – what’s your cure for writer’s block?


Um, in a more serious vein, I don’t actually have a cure. Sad, I know. I write when I can, and when I can’t, I complain and slam my head into a pillow. And wait until the Inspiration Strikes Again.

Writing questions aside, what do you do in your free time?

You’re going to be sorry you asked. 😀 I adore reading and I do it whenever I can. I spend waaaaay too much time on the computer, what with blogging and e-mailing lovely people and—surprise!—writing. I’ve recently been bitten with the sewing bug, and I also enjoy crocheting and knitting. Cooking is one of my favorite things to do, too, and cake decorating is the one way in which I can be artistic. I go to the library a little too frequently—ahem—and I love taking long walks and bike rides.

How long have you been homeschooled?

The technical answer to this is “since kindergarten,” since that’s when school is supposed to begin, but I think a more honest answer would be “all my life.” My mom’s been teaching me since day one. 😀

(Because we all know it’s virtually impossible to read one book at a time….) What books are you reading?

At the moment, I’m dabbling in… Opera for Dummies, Emily of New Moon, A Tale of Two Cities, The Redemption of Sarah Cain and Sewing and Collecting Vintage Fashions. Eclectic mix, no?

And you like period dramas! What are a few of your favorites?

A few? A FEW? I have to list only a few? Eowyn, how can you do this to me? Oh, all right, fine. Just understand that these aren’t my only favorites… there are SO MANY more, but I’ll spare you.

~Pride and Prejudice (1995)
~Emma (2009)
~Little Dorrit (2008)
~The Scarlet Pimpernel (1982)
~Wives and Daughters (1999)

Musicals! Do you have a favorite?

I do indeed! It’s a really, really long one, an operetta of sorts really, based on a very long and classic book by Victor Hugo… you’ve probably never heard of it. Does the name Les Miserables ring any bells? 😉

Cake or brownies? (I love random questions….)

Cake, cake, ‘eavenly cake.

I’ve read that Sir Percy and Mr. Knightley are both tied for first on your Top Ten Favorite Literary Heroes list! What is it about them that makes them tied on your list? Why don’t you like one above the other? (I only put Sir Percy above Mr. Knightley on my list because he saved hundreds of innocent people from their deaths. You can be chivalrous [Knightley, heehee] without saving people, though, and that’s what very nearly kept me from ranking one above the other and, instead, making them tied on my list, too! Ha, ha – my question paragraph might be longer than your answer….)

Asking which I like better (Sir Percy or Mr. Knightley) is like asking whether I prefer strawberries or corn muffins. They’re so very different that it’s practically impossible to compare them, and yet they share the very best attributes and that’s why they’re both my favorite. I admire Sir Percy’s bravery, dauntlessness, and self-sacrifice—yet he’s not quite so realistic, in my mind at least, as some other heroes. (Eeeesh, I’m dreading the slaughter I’m going to face from the Leaguettes after this.) Mr. Knightley, though not perhaps as amazing and awe-inspiring as Percy, is a true gentleman in every sense of the word. When and if I get married someday, I want to marry a man who’s just like Mr. Knightley. (A guy who’s just like Sir Percy would be great too, but face it, there aren’t THAT many guys out there rescuing helpless aristos from the guillotine.) Does that make some sort of sense? Don’t kill me, Janeites. Put down your swords, Leaguettes. Please.

Last question – in a nutshell, please tell us why exactly that you like writing. What inspired you to write?

As to why I like writing… well, “good question.” (That’s code for “Let me stall for time while I think of a good answer.”) There are many, many reasons why I love writing, but the biggest one is probably that it’s just plain fun. Sure, there’s often blood-and-sweat-and-tears involved, but overall, it’s one of the most enjoyable and rewarding things I do.

As to what inspired me to write, the answer is short, sweet and simple: books. I love reading, and from a very young age I was determined to write lots of books when I grew up so I would always have plenty of reading material. As Tori Morrison said, “If there is a book you truly want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.”

Thank you so much for answering my questions!

Thank you so much for hosting me! This was amazing!

Miss Amy Dashwood is a daughter of the King of Kings, a homeschooled seventeen-year-old and a lover of books, period dramas, chocolate, long bike rides, babies, teacups, historical costumes and fiddle music. Only a Novel, her first full-length work of fiction, chronicles a year in the life of Elizabeth Markette, a young woman with a head full of books who takes on a job as a governess after the death of her grandmother. Only a Novel is available for purchase and you can find Amy at either of her two blogs, Yet Another Period Drama Blog and The Quest for Stories.


My Favorite Literary Heroes

Wow, what a post name!  : )

Okay, so it’s Hero Week over at Anne-girl’s blog, Scribblings of My Pen and Tappings of My Keyboard.  (Love that blog name!)  She’s challenged us (and, boy, was it a challenge!) to make a list of our ten favorite literary heroes.  Coming up with ten took me all of five minutes.  Making the list?  An hour.

Why did it take me so long?  Well, to add my two cents to Anne-girl’s amazing post, being The Hero in a novel does not make a guy character a hero.  Even if his name is George Knightley or Fitzwilliam Darcy or (dare I say it?) Percy Blakeney.  It’s what a hero does that makes him a true hero.  We love a hero because of what he does, what he is, and what he believes – not because the author or director deemed him The Hero.  We love Sir Percy because he rescued innocent aristocrats from a terrible fate.  We love Mr. Knightley because he wasn’t afraid of telling Emma what he thought.  We love… well, I’ll leave that for my list.  (For more reasons why a hero needs to be a hero, read Anne-girl’s post.)

Now, for my list….  I decided to be fair and put different heroes in each rank.  If I had my way, it’d just be Sir Percy in the entire thing as #1, #2, #3, and so on.  But… for the sake of… well, something, I decided to chose different heroes.  : )

Number One…

Sir Percy Blakeney from The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Emmuska Orczy

I mean, seriously – if a guy’s got that great of a cravat and cape (and HAT!), he’s got to be a great hero.  (Just kidding…)

Need I even put a quote or describe him?  Everyone who’s anyone should know Sir Percy and how amazing he is.  Oh, well.  For those few that don’t know how awesome he is, I’ll put a quote.  (And for those who do know how awesome he is… the quote will make you know how awesome he is.)  : )

The Scarlet Pimpernel did not take it upon himself to punish the guilty; his care was solely of the helpless and of the innocent.  For this aim he risked his life every time that he set foot on French soil, for it he sacrificed his fortune, and even his personal happiness, and to it he devoted his entire existence. […]  The Scarlet Pimpernel was a personality of whom an entire nation might be justly proud.
El Dorado

“I am in a tight corner – tighter than ever I have been before; but I am not dead yet!”
– Sir Percy, El Dorado

“Percy was not the man to leave a comrade in the lurch!  He would not be the man whom we all love and admire, whose word we all obey, for whose sake we would gladly all of us give our life – he would not be that man if he did not brave even certain dangers in order to be of help to those who call on him.”
– Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, El Dorado

If that doesn’t give you even a glimpse of how awesome Sir Percy is (and why he’s my number one), go read El Dorado.  (Well, go read The Scarlet Pimpernel, then read El Dorado.)

Number Two…

HA!  Just kidding.  Scared you, didn’t I?!

My, ahem, REAL Number Two…

George Knightley from Emma by Jane Austen

Seriously, people, Mr. Knightley is one of the sweetest, kindest, most considerate heroes you’ll ever come across.  He was not afraid to tell Emma what he thought.  He was one of her best friends and stayed by her for her entire life, through thick and thin.

Two of my favorite quotes from him:

“Really, Emma – it is better to have no wit at all then to apply it as you do!”

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more!”

Two very different quotes… yet, that’s why I like him so much!

Mr. Knightley is, in my opinion, the best Jane Austen hero.  Just sayin’.

Moving on.

Number Three…

Edward Ferrars from Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

Now, this Edward is a hero.  (Not that other Edward out there…)  Spoiler Alert!  After he promised to marry Lucy Steele, then found out that he was in love with Elinor Dashwood, he kept his promise to Lucy.  Even though he really loved Elinor.  Now, I’m sure that wouldn’t have worked out for them, and it’s really great (in a terrible way) that Lucy decided to be a total jerk and marry his older brother.  End Spoiler Alert

He’s a true hero.

I can’t find any quotes by this Edward (my personal favorite of the many adaptions), but I do love his first scene.  “Beating carpets?”  HA!

Number Four…

Mac Campbell from Eight Cousins and Rose in Bloom by Louisa May Alcott

I can’t get a picture of him because, well, there hasn’t been a movie made yet.  (You guys can all cry now.)

Mac is my favorite of The Campbell Boys (there are seven of them).  From the very beginning of Eight Cousins, I knew he was my favorite… and I was rooting for him the entire time.  Yes, he’s a little rough around the edges – at first – but he taught Rose so much about nature and poetry, to name a very few.

“What have you decided to be, Mac?” asked Rose, as they went up the avenue side by side.
“A man first, and a good one if possible; after that, what God pleases.”
Something in the tone, as well as the words, made Rose look up quickly into Mac’s face, to see a new expression there.  It was indescribable; but she felt as if she had often done when watching the mists part suddenly, giving glimpses of some mountaintop, shining serene and high against the blue.
“I think you will be something splendid; for you really look quite glorified, walking under this arch of yellow leaves with the sunshine on your face,” she exclaimed, conscious of a sudden admiration never felt before; for Mac was the plainest of all the cousins.
“I don’t know about that; but I have my dreams and aspirations, and some of them are pretty high ones.  Aim at the best, you know, and keep climbing if you want to get on,” he said, looking at the asters with an inward sort of smile, as if he and they had some sweet secret between them.
– Rose in Bloom

Another one of my favorite chapters is ‘Polishing Mac.’  I absolutely love that part!  “It’s very easy to say ‘come on;’ but what the dickens do I do with my left leg while I’m turning and sliding with my right?”  HA!  Ooh, and after the Hopes’ party.  “What did you do then?”  “Do!  I went off like a shot, and never stopped till I reached the Hopes-”  “You didn’t walk all that way?” cried Rose.  “Bless you, no; I ran.”

Okay, enough.  Before I start quoting entire chapters!

Number Five…

Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery

There really isn’t a better example of a true hero!  Others have expounded far more and better than I on how great he is, and you’d better read that in order to get why I like him so much.

“Well, I won’t change… that’s the least I can promise you.”
“‘Wilt thou give up thy garter, oh fairest of the fair?’ Anne, nobody talks that way!  And look at that sap Percival who sits around mooning the entire time. He never lets a girl get a word in edgewise. In real life she’d have pitched him.”

“Anne, I’ve loved you as long as I can remember. I need you. Please say yes…”

The “Pitching and Mooning Scene” is my personal favorite.  : )

Number Six…

John Chivery from Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens

This guy is one of the most heroic guys I know, on the terms of heroines.  Spoiler Alert!  When he found out that Arthur loved Amy, and she loved him, he backed away and let Arthur propose to her, even after his previous attempt when Amy refused as kindly as she knew how.  End Spoiler Alert

“All that time I was breaking my heart over her, she was breaking hers over you.”

“I’d throw myself over that precipice if I thought I’d give you a moment’s happiness!”  (Or something like that; I can’t find the actual quote)

Number Seven…

Arthur Clenam from Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens

Yes, he’s more of The Hero from Little Dorrit – well, he is The Hero – but this is just where I placed him in my list.  Anywhos, Arthur is such a hero!  He’s a great guy because he stood up for the girl he loved in her wedding (to a guy he didn’t like and I really didn’t like), he was kind to Mr. Dorrit, even after Mr. Dorrit was so mean to him, and he was caring and loving towards his (evil) mother, even when she basically hated him!

“What a blind idiot you must have thought me.”
Number Eight…

John Harmon from Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens

(I can’t find a picture and I’m too tired to try harder.  Look up how he looks yourself!  Hehehe…)

Now, John (slash Julius Hanford slash John Rokesmith) was a little bit of a creeper at first.  Whenever he’d just pop up, I’d be like, “Argh!  Creepy dude!”  When we first watched this movie about, oh, five years ago, I didn’t like him.  I thought he was a weird stalker that wasn’t very handsome.  By the end of the movie, my thoughts were “quite the opposite,” to borrow a quote from one of my favorite literary heroines.  (But we’re not talking about heroines!)

“You are wonderfully mistaken!”

“Since Miss Wilfer rejected me, I have never again urged my suit with a spoken syllable or look. But I have never changed in my devotion for her, except that it is deeper than it was and better founded.”

And, my personal favorite…

“It’s a wonder I don’t twist your head off AND THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW!”

Number Nine…

John Thornton from North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell

Wow… Mr. Thornton.  Now, he’s another guy that I did not like in the beginning of the movie, but by the end, I thought, ‘Hmm.  He’s a pretty great guy!’   Mr. Thornton made my list because he taught Margaret Hale about how different life in the North was from where she was from – the South.  (The whole handshake scene…  Bad move, Margaret!)

“Miss Hale, I didn’t just come here to thank you. I came… because… I think it… very likely… I know I’ve never found myself in this position before. It’s… difficult to find the words. Miss Hale, my feelings for you… are very strong…”

“I spoke to you about my feelings because I love you; I had no thought for your reputation!”

And, finally…

Number Ten…

Fitzwilliam Darcy from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Mr. Darcy made my list because he helped Elizabeth overcome her prejudice by having an awesome house.  (Just kidding!)  He did have a beautiful house, though…  : )

“I must tell you how ardently I admire and love you!”

Honorable Mentions (because what’s a list without a few awesome runner-ups?!):
Ralph Percy from To Have and To Hold by Mary Johnston
Traverse Rocke and Herbert Grayson from The Hidden Hand by E.D.E.N. Southworth
Ishmael Worth from Ishmael by E.D.E.N. Southworth
Declan Ross from Isle of Swords by Wayne Thomas Batson
Laurie from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Professor Bhaer from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Faramir and Aragorn from The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien
Mr. Bingley from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Wulf and Godwin D’Arcy from The Bretheren by H. Rider Haggard

I could go on… but I won’t.  : )

All of these men are awesome heroes that deserve to be loved and looked up to!  They’re all from amazing books (that were made into equally amazing movies!) and that is what makes them…

My Favorite Literary Heroes.

The End!