Last Friday I went to my University's cooperative to get some class notes, and I happened upon a rather beautiful edition of Pride and Prejudice. The book has been on my TBR list for ages, and I couldn't resist picking it up, despite knowing two or three friends that could've lent it to me. Some books deserve to be bought.
It should be said I'd never read anything from Jane Austen before, and though I'd seen movies based on her novels, I hadn't seen the one from Pride and Prejudice. Yes, it's a classic, but it's an English litterature one, and though we hear much about it, I haven't had to read it at school.
Anyway. I bought it this Friday. I had an incredibly busy weekend, and little time to read. I made time.
I was never a romance girl, but I was addicted to Mr. Darcy faster than I thought possible. It has been a long time since a book put a spell on me the way this one did. I finished it today, and I can't remember when was the last time I read something in four days.
There's a reason this is a classic. It's a delightful read, which you can get enough of even when you know the ending long before it happens.
As to what I learned and what made me squee, I'm afraid I read through far too fast to let my writerly mind seek a lesson. This unfortunately means I will have to pick it up again later on. I bet you can all hear me crying from over the internet!