I am currently in love with Colette.
Not only is she one of the most wonderful writers I have ever come across, but her life astounds me. I honestly wish I was born in 1873 and was Colette (as strange as it sounds, throughout the day I wish to have been born over a century ago). Her escapades caused riots, she was bisexual and married three times - I think I'm in love.
There are a few people I would like to trade lives with, and Colette is one of them. Every day I think, wouldn't life be grand if I had grown up in France circa 1900? I mean sure, there was that little Nazi occupation, but I wouldn't let that spoil my fun, right?
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