I found myself in tears the other week upon finishing The Bronze Horseman. It is not a short book. Even I, the queen of speedreading, didn’t manage it in one sitting. It’s an astounding novel and despite everything, it is a love story. In fact, it has officially claimed the number one spot on my list of great love tales.
Despite that, I wouldn’t want to even for a second live it out myself. After all, it takes place in WWII in the Soviet Union, and if you’ve read it – or even know anything about that time in history – you’ll understand.
It seems to me there are a great many love stories written, and yet, very few are truly happy. Bella and Edward (yes, terrible books, but still IMO a ripper of a love story…). Sayuri and the Chairman in Memoirs of a Geisha. Heck, even Jessica Darling and Marcus in the Sloppy Firsts series – which I love and obviously reference every chance I get. Even going back to the fairytales of childhood, Cinderella has a miserable lot in life before that damn ball. Snow White and Sleeping Beauty don’t have it all that great, either.
Maybe without a little adversity in our love stories, they wouldn’t be believeable at all.
What’s your favourite love story (please don’t say Romeo and Juliet!!), and is it one you would want to live out?