Why are you reading this book?
I was craving some chaste romance, and nobody does it better than Austen.
What is the first line?
Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellylynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs, changed naturally into pity and contempt, as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century – and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he would read his own history with an interest which never failed – this was the page at which the favourite volume always opened: “ELLIOT OF KELLYLYNCH HALL.”
Describe the book in haiku form:
omg, you guys
I needed Captain Wentworth
in my life this week
What will you do with it now?
keep for reference
keep and loan out to friends
x keep to read again & again & again x
post to paperbackswap.com
throw it away
Anything else you’d like to say?
Anne Elliot isn’t particularly fun – she always always always does the right thing, apparently. But she’s so sweet, I can’t help but admire her. And being single at 27, in that era, yet still avoiding bitterness? Respect.