Happy Thursday, readers! You know what Thursday means around here…
This week, the sleep-deprived-but-still-gorgeous-and-happy Carmen asked us a great question! “Share your favorite (or one of your favorite) love stories. In can be from any art form – a movie, a book, a piece of art, or a story you were told. Describe it and share with us why you heart it.”
Carmen’s own response, by the way, is here!
As soon as I saw “…a movie, a book…” I was hooked. This one’s right up my alley — which, funny enough, makes it harder. There are so many great love stories out there, and for a big reader like myself it’s incredibly difficult to choose one! Scarlett and Rhett, Katniss and Peeta, Dominic and Minuette. This is just a small sampling of some of my favorite couples.
My favorite love story of all time, however? After giving it a great deal of thought, I realized that I kept coming back to the same couple, and for good reason. (Surprise, surprise! I didn’t choose a book!) You don’t get much better than these two right here:
Titanic opened in theaters when I was a high school sophomore, and until I saw it I neither knew nor cared much for the doomed ship’s backstory. These days — thanks to Leo and Kate, and the genius that is James Cameron — I am still a woman obsessed nearly two decades after its premiere. What can I say? Rose said she’d never let go, and neither did I. Anyone who doesn’t live under a rock knows the fictional story that Jim Cameron created around the actual shipwreck: a first-class woman and a third-class man meet by chance and fall in love, fighting class norms and her fiance in order to be together. And, of course, we all know how their love story ends. What’s not to love?
Titanic, all these years later, has become a classic film, both revered and parodied. Millions of replicas of the beautiful Heart of the Ocean necklace were produced and sold. Kate and Leo are household names. Jim Cameron is world-famous as a motion-picture pioneer (Avatar, anyone?). Artifacts from the vessel are available to view in museums and on world tours. The ship itself continues to sit at the bottom of the Atlantic, slowly breaking down and returning to nature. If your pockets are deep enough, you can even pay for an excursion in a submersible to see it with your own eyes. Both the ship and the film are part of the American consciousness now; they are permanent fixtures in popular culture.
The film has earned a permanent spot among my movie collection, and there are quite a few books about the ship and its passengers in my library. Thanks to the film and the love story that it gave us, I fell in love. I can guarantee that I’ll always be in love with all things Titanic.
I’ll never let go, Jack. I’ll never let go!
What’s your favorite love story?! Shout it out in the comments!