HELLO EVERYONE, and welcome to Sarahphina’s Finds! Today’s “Love Stories” Edition was supposed to run in the post-Valentine’s afterglow. But I spent my Valentine’s Day throwing up and my post-Valentine’s Day recovering from throwing up. So here it is–a week later, a week stronger–my favorite love stories.
- Buffy & Angel (Buffy the Vampire Slayer). He’s a vampire with a soul. She’s the slayer. It’s the 90s. Stars are crossed, passions are forbidden.
- Catherine & Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights). Ok. Adult-Sarah’s hackles are raised by this truly fucked-up/borderline abusive/definitely obsessive love story from the English moors. Thirteen-year-old Sarah still swoons.
- Anne & Gilbert (Anne of Green Gables/Anne of Avonlea). Speaking of swooning, Anne Shirley remains my favorite plucky heroine and Gilbert Blythe will always be my first love. Also, this book/movie is probably why I have red hair.
- Wesley & Buttercup (The Princess Bride). Because I was born in the 80s.
- Jane & Mr. Rochester (Jane Eyre). When I was fourteen, I cried when Mr. Rochester confessed his love in the garden. At 30, I cry because the magnificent 18 year old Jane will not be condescended to or made to compromise herself. She insists on her own worth when no one else does, and makes him love her on her terms. She will always be my hero.
- Buffy & Spike (Buffy the Vampire Slayer). My favorite Slayer gets TWO entries on this list. And her back-and-forth with the bad-boy vamp is so-wrong-its-right. Really right. So right. The rightest. I like a guy who’s man enough to admit he’s love’s bitch.
- Mathilde & Manech (A Very Long Engagement). Three words: elle le regarde. If you’ve seen the movie, read the book. If you’ve read the book, see the movie. Both are excellent.
- Anne Elliot & Captain Wentworth (Persuasion). Yes, I’m as nuts about Lizzy and Darcy as the next bookish girl. Duh. But Persuasion‘s maturity has a quiet impact that stayed with me. And when Anne, after years of regret and worry, finally found her way back to the Captain, my heart let out a sigh. This is a story about love at last.
- Tess & Angel Clare (Tess of the D’Urbervilles). I’ve written of my great love for (SPOILER ALERT) doomed Tess in the past, and my love for this total downer of a novel only grows and grows. Angel fucks up mightily, but I love him because Tess loves him. Is that weird? Also, he’s REALLY, REALLY SORRY after. Now that I think about it, this book makes a great case for not slut shaming.
- Ellie & Peter (It Happened One Night). Gable. Colbert. A road-trip rom-com from the days before 90% of rom-coms were terrible. They’re beautiful, sorta dickish and self-involved, and so charming. They’re both a little screwy, and they belong together.
- Beatrice & Benedick (Much Ado About Nothing). I do love nothing in the world so well as you–is not that strange?
Alright, lovebirds! Go forth and kiss and cuddle!