Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen is a book I adore reading occasionally. I inevitably fall in love with this novel every time. Truth is, this novel gave me a temporary delusional belief that I might like romance novels. No. I like Jane Austen. Apparently in my inclination for the genre begins and ends with her. And this one is my favorite. I can’t even say how many times I’ve read it at this point nor can I explain how every time I read it I am charmed all over again.
I wish I had bought a copy of this novel, an inexpensive paperback version, and made a habit of marking my favorite quotes, the ones that make me laugh, with a date in the margin. This way I could track those things that made me smile previously.
In reading Sense and Sensibility before reading Pride and Prejudice, I can fully appreciate the growth of her talent from one novel to the next. What the former hints at, this one shows to full advantage. The touch of irony that borders nearly on sarcasm is delicious. I adore Elizabeth Bennett and her father is wonderful. I’ve never done more than like Jane but I liked her a bit more this time, perhaps because I saw her more through Elizabeth’s eyes. And never has Lydia seemed more selfish and foolish nor Mr Collins more odious.
And Mr Darcy. He is so perfect. I love his seeming arrogance and his inability to let down his walls. Above all else, I love his compassion, which only comes out later in the novel. I know that I’ll be revisiting this novel time and again and fall in love with him each and every time.
I wonder who first discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love. (33)
I read this as part of the Classic Bribe. I plan on reading Mansfield Park next, reading Austen in the order in which she was published. Perhaps someday I'll give Bibi a copy with a pen and tell her to mark her favorite quotes with a date in the margin, so she can follow her appreciation as it changes and grows upon rereading. I love this book so much!