This week BTT asks: "Have you ever fallen in love with a fictional character? Who and what about them did you love?"
Well, yes and no. I don't think I could say I've ever really fallen in love with a literary character. But then, I don't fall in love easily. I can think of quite a few favorite characters, but my interest in them stops short of any emotional attachment.
OK, I suppose I'd have to say Rhett Butler came close. But that was long long ago, on a planet far far away. And when I read Gone With the Wind back in the Pleistocene Era, I was just as much in love with Ashley Wilkes as Scarlett was. Both guys are dashing and romantic and brooding and handsome and virile and all those things a 13-year-old girl would be looking for in a man. Come to think of it, I guess they're all those things a 60-something-year-old girl would be looking for in a man, too.
The one fictional creation I can remember actually falling in love with wasn't a literary character (at least not at the time) -- he was a character in a TV show. And I wouldn't really call it love so much as obsession. For a while, back in the '70s, I was a Star Trek junkie, and I was completely besotted with Mr. Spock. I liked Captain Kirk too, but Spock was my real sweetie. Bless his green and pointy little ears.