Scarlett comes off as an almost textbook case of narcissistic personality disorder. I congratulate Charles on his lucky escape and my heart goes out to poor Wade. I kind of hate Scarlett, but hating her is fun, and so I keep reading. I do not know what this says about me.
Also, this book is hella racist, and not just in a "product of its time" kind of way. It scares me that it's one of America's most beloved novels of all time. O.o