Nevertheless, I still seem to be required to line up a row of bestest friends for display at this impending public commitment of my affections to the co-conspirator, and aside from my sister, required by blood to stand by my side, I have no one quite right to stand with me.
A shame, it is, it can't be characters sprung to life in 3 dimensions, color coordinated and sweet and wise. But if it could, whom would I choose? This is still difficult, having read some of my favorite books so long ago but here's an attempt:
- Elizabeth Bennett from Pride and Prejudice, for her wit and humor.
- Meg Carpenter, from Our Tragic Universe by Scarlett Thomas, for her creative overthinking and meandering, insightful observations
- Larry, an old, dear friend from The Razor's Edge, by Somerset Maugham, which I haven't read in years so perhaps I'm romanticizing a bit, for the comfort of an old friend.
- And maybe Hermione, from Harry Potter (although I've only read the first three) for her knowledgeable reliability, and to keep us all on task.