….. with Jane Austen. To think, I’ve lived 28 years and never known a thing about her other than the fact that she was a female author. Didn’t even realize she wrote Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, or Emma…. not that I’ve read them. Does seeing the movies count? No? Shame. It’s odd considering how much I read and how much I will focus on one period of time, or genre, or author even. Disgraceful really!
This weekend I watched Becoming Jane which is entirely about her life and reveals the sources for many of her characters in her novels….which, by the way, I now intend on reading every single of of them. This year.
I watched the movie again tonight, and went online to find the trailer for it. Even that gives me chills. Watch, you’ll see…..
And I love the bantar, innuendo, and tension in this scene….
I may change my mind after I actually READ her books instead of watching the movie versions of them…. but for now I’m convinced this may be her greatest love story, and she didn’t write it, she lived it.