I think I’ve passed the age at which I can enjoy Jane Austen. I finished reading Sense and Sensibility (1811) and number 54 on the BBC book list, but I didn’t really care to. I felt bored and yawned through it. A lot.
The plot doesn’t have much action. In fact, there’s hardly any action. It is about the sisters of a family who are trying to find husbands. Hmmmm. That sounds an awful like the rest of Austen’s books.
(Today, I don’t have my own photo of the book cover, but I found several lovely covers online and I’ll paste them throughout. I love seeing different renderings.)
What the book did offer, for me, was an exploration of the difficulties in being a woman during that time. The book begins with a discussion of the Dashwood sisters as children from their father’s second marriage, and that he had…
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