Dear Atticus

Dear Atticus:

Why can't we have more fathers like you in the world? In fact, why can't we have more men like you. I forgot how solid you were and self assured, but not in that cocky way. More like that way where you never lose your temper no matter how pissed you might get because you're REASONABLE and yet still understand that sometimes the world just SUCKS. And also, why can't we just have more PEOPLE like you.

Including me.

What can I say. I admire your determination. Your ethics. And most of all, your patience. (Patience, what is that?) Whereas you make changes, no matter how slow the road might be, I find myself wanting to stomp my feet and shout, "Why do people have to be so meeeeaaannn?" (Did I mention that I am good at acting like a petulant brat? I am. Ask my mom. That's a joke. Kinda.)

But seriously, I know that it has to be rough raising to children on your own. Of course you have the rockstar help of Calpurnia, who I figure could tame any child's wild ways.

And also, you must be super proud of both Scout and Jem. Scout especially. Damn if that girl cannot read and think smarter than the little tyke that she is. Makes for quite a handful but you know that she's going to create waves in life, fighting for the underdog. Jem is a bit more quiet, isn't he? A bit more like you. He's going to grow up to be just like his daddy. If only you could see how proud he looks whenever he talks about you to Dill and Scout.

Atticus, even though the case didn't fully go the way that you wanted it, you did a stand up job. I do believe that you made a difference. It might have been small in the courtroom, but it was huge in your community.

Thanks for being the inspiration to be more, fifty years later.

C

Title: To Kill a Mockingbird
Author: Harper Lee
Pub: 1960
Pages: 281
Genre: Classics

Dearest Emma

Dearest Emma -

I must admit, you're pretty allright. I adore your quick wit, your ability to vocalize your opinions and know when to hold your tongue. (Except with Miss Bates, but I suppose we all say impolite things once and a while, huh?)

I'd like to think that if you were around in now you'd be the type of chick that I might be able to go and get my nails done and do a shot of soco with Too much to ask for perhaps? But to be honest, I reckon I might have some misgivings on being a close friend of yours. Your, er, gift of playing cupid might leave us in a bit of a predicament. Plus, and please don't take offense to this because you do carry yourself well, but can we say need for center of attention much? I bet if I met you now, you'd be that super cool girl that has the nerdy friend who tells all of her other nerdy friends, "You just don't get it. She really is a good person deep down."

Which leads me to my next thought: your devotion to your father? Emma that just shows you how pure your heart is. Really. Any time I thought, nay spoke out loud to you, about your inconsiderations, I reminded myself of poor Mr. Woodhouse. You treasure your father and because of that I cannot help but treasure you. And oh yes, you know when to challenge him. How many times was he going to whine about 'poor Miss Taylor' eh? You are good with him. Maybe not with all old people (did you ever really bat an eye toward Mrs. Bates?) but that will suffice.

And really. . . how could you not have noticed Mr. Knightley sooner than you did? It takes your wannabe to crush on him before you're like, "Whoah! I'm in love with Mr. Knightley". Seriously, girl. I'd be all over that in a heartbeat if he was my contemporary.

So, about that manicure.

<3 ya!

C

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Dear McNoble (aka Knightley),

Hiya. Wanna get hitched or something? No. Really. You are one hot cookie. Mr. Darcy who?

Muah!

C

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Dear Mr. Woodhouse,

If you were with us now, they'd give you medication for what you got.

Bless you,

C

PS. No, there is not a draught in this room.

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Dear Mrs. Elton,

You are the kinda persons that end up on Jerry Springer you know that? It's called, "I'm My Man's Second Choice and Now I'm Bitter". Get a grip, honey. You ain't all that. And Mr. Elton? You know what is insinuated nowadays about men with egos that big? No? Well, lucky for you I'm a proper blogger and don't want to get spammed with the option of order pumps or pills to increase stamina. Let your imagination do the rest.

Cheerio!

C

Title: Emma
Author: Jane Austen
Pub: 1816; Bantam Books
Pages: 446
Genre: Victorian, Classic