Jane Austen

jump out at me when anyone mentions classic romance. I’m so torn, but I’m going with Elizabeth and Darcy for light romance and Jane and Rochester for dark romance.  I know, I know—classic stereotypical picks but whatever.


Way too many years ago I got sucked into the BBC Colin Firth version of Pride & Prejudice with my mom, and it was all over. I’ve watched that particular miniseries (and especially the last two episodes) at least 20 times and read the book even more. Honestly, a lot of it is tough to get through—I wouldn’t mind getting rid of any scene that involves Mrs. Bennet or Mr. Collins (and Wickham too for that matter) but of course we need their ridiculousness to add to the story and where would the fun be without them. So it’s the fond memories and nostalgia, the smart and somewhat impertinent girl getting the boy (and the sweet and kind if maybe boring sister getting her guy too), the subtle (and no so subtle for the time period) criticism of English society, the tension Austen creates, and just the hotness of Darcy that brings me back to this book.


            “You showed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.”