Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen began irritating me and wound up captivating me. Up until about page one hundred I discovered this book vexing, trivial and down right dull. I currently consider myself a believer to the Austen faction.
I should admit I have been known to communicate an unfriendliness for anything composed or set before 1900. I just can’t get down with undergarments, open air plumbing and surrey rides. At whatever point somebody plunges a plume into an inkwell my eyes space out. This is a weakness I promptly own up to yet want to address.
So I admit to not beginning this book with the most elevated of expectations. I did truly appreciate Ang Lee’s “Sense and Sensibility” be that as it may thus when my companion tossed the gauntlet down I obediently got it.
Kid did I despise him from the outset. To go anyplace with this book one needs to drench oneself in the real factors of life and marriage in the nineteenth century. From the outset so much discussion of entailment and habits simply left me cold.
I preferred the language no doubt. Austen’s discourse is wonderful all through yet exchange alone (regardless of how delectable) doesn’t an incredible novel make.
A hundred pages or so in however I began to perceive what a smart eye for character this Austen lady had. Mr. Collins was the main individual I wondered about. His character springs forward full grown as an aggregate however by one way or another loveable ass.
Starting there on I discovered a lot to adore about this book. I was so into it by the end that I was chuckling at certain characters, identifying with others and cackling my tongue at a miserable few. In short I was totally consumed.
In end I should now tally myself an enthusiast of Miss Austen’s books (and not simply their fim adjustments) and do so anticipate acqauinting myself with a greater amount of her work later on. “Emma” anybody?