I remember one summer
ten years ago when my boys were little and life was all about sippy cups and
diapers, challenging myself to read Jane Austen--I needed something to feed my
brain and Dora the Explorer wasn't doing it.
I started with Pride and Prejudice
and struggled to get through it, until I watched the movie, and then I could
keep all the characters straight and loved the book. That summer I read three of Jane's
books.
Lately, I've been
missing that classic literature. I have piles of really good English
historicals written by contemporary authors, but I miss the classics written by
British writers whose mastery of the English language proved that they are indeed from
the same island as Shakespeare.
I want to reread
Elizabeth Bennett’s first refusal of Mr. Darcy, all the naval banter in a
Horatio Hornblower book, follow the heart ache of Jane Eyre.
So here's my challenge--finish up the novel you're reading, then blow off the dust of a
classic you've been meaning to get to, or have already read. Return to old
England. Escape to a time when manners and exquisite speech meant everything.
I've just finished watching the BBC version of Emma--it absolutely transported me in time for several delightful hours. Now I plan on settling down to read Emma again. With a cup of tea.
And a biscuit. Or two.
With much felicity
Therese