I hope to one day have a daughter,
a fellow bibliophile.
I hope to equip her with a name
matched to a life of
excitement.
Romance.
Adventure.
Perhaps I’ll name her Lady
after my favorite Macbeth.
With overreaching
determination,
she’ll become
a queen with spotty laundry.
Maybe I’ll name her Emma B,
a romantic to the extreme.
A carriage ride around Roen
sounds terribly sexy to me.
The heroine who appeals most
is the hardest working D’Urberville.
With the rage of a wronged woman,
will my girl stab her rapist, too?
Tess’s end is tragic,
but hers is a crazy
I wouldn’t mind instilling.
God forbid, my daughter
grows up dull.
Nice would be even worse.
If she turns out no smarter
than Lydia Bennet,
I’ll have to strangle her.
