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"I love you," Buttercup said. "I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I've ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm. Your eyes are like that, did you know? Well they are. How many minutes ago was I? Twenty? Had I brought my feelings up to then? It doesn't matter." Buttercup still could not look at him. The sun was rising behind her now; she could feel the heat on her back, and it gave her courage. "I love you so much more now than twenty minutes ago that there cannot be comparison. I love you so much more now than when you opened your hovel door, there cannot be comparison. There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey."

-Just PART of Buttercup's declaration of love from The Princess Bride by William Goldman

I really like this book. I'd like it a lot better if the persona William Goldman was writing himself as (I have no idea how true it is, as for starters the 'son' he's insulting throughout it does not exist, the man has daughters) really distasteful, when he talked about his modern life. The bits of him as a child were great. The bits about the wife and son? Ugh.

But back to the story.

I don't know how much of a classic the book is, but I know how popular the movie be'est. I like both of them, but I think the book (minus the above complaint) is my fave.

Before I get into who my favourite characters are and deeper thoughts, can I confess something? When I read this the first time, in high school, I uh. I thought it really was a translated, abridged book. I don't know when I discovered the truth, but it wasn't exactly a proud moment in this hamster's life.

Okay, back to this. My favourite character is Inigo. My second favourite character is Fezzik. I don't think I ever really forgave Westley for slapping Buttercup.

A theme for the book is that the primary characters (Buttercup, Fezzik, Inigo, Westley, Humperdinck, and Count Rugen maybe if you count pain causing) are all the best at something. Buttercup being beautiful, Fezzik being strong, Westley at... whatever he wants to do, Inigo at being adorable. Er, I mean fencing.

Wait, no. Back to adorable. Inigo and Fezzik! Oh my god! I wasn't sure if my shipping them back when I was a teenager was because I was suffering from just-learned-how-to-ship-syndrome (it hits teenagers v. hard) or actual presence of adorable interactionness, but a reread has shown that I was actually right. That's pretty rare for teenage me. I have mixed feelings about my teenage self. We're not friends. He was really cranky, and sort of in a constant freak out. Not my kind of people.

Anyway, fun book. Really silly in a lot of places, such as the asides from 'Morgenstern', though I must warn you there's uh, a moment with Miracle Max and his wife and what they call Inigo the Spaniard. *facepalm*. And of course the charming persona of adult William Goldman.

Sorry for how disjointed this entry is. I'm very tired and have spent all of today that hasn't been absorbed in a book in a state of major anxiety, but I wanted to get this out quickly. I wanted to end this with the fact I was reading The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie, but... my copy is broken. So reading that one is gonna take until a fix is found. For now, I'm reading The Man in the Brown Suit by Agatha Christie, which has a quirky main character girl I'm quite taken with. I'll have a quote from it tomorrow.