Sinister villain? Grim factory owner? Doesn’t matter, you still want to crawl up him like he was a granite mountain and start ripping the cravat off his neck.
By Madeline Iva
I’ve seen Richard Amitrage’s nose, and I cannot go back.
The other day while finishing up my Netflix’s binge I watched NORTH AND SOUTH and just about swooned over Richard Armitage every time he went into profile.
NORTH AND SOUTH is based on a fabulous book by Elizabeth Gaskell, one of Charlotte Bronte’s friends, and I highly recommend it. But the plot always made me shudder a little. What woman who lived in such soft rural splendor of the South of England would want to voluntarily stay up in a grim northern mill town of Milton, in–I kid you not–Darkshire–when it was painted generously in shades of coal, poverty, and dim rooms?
A woman who met Armitage…
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