We wandered over to the book seller the other day to see if something new had appeared on the shelves recently. Lo and behold, we managed to get our hands on a newly-published novel that’s already begun to stir up buzz in England. Our review below.
Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice was penned a number of years ago but was only recently published this year. At the story’s centre is Elizabeth Bennett, the most intelligent and independent of her five sisters. When she meets the rich and standoffish Mr. Darcy, she is immediately put off by his behaviour. As their lives continue to intersect, however, we begin to wonder if first impressions might have, in fact, been mistaken, possibly ruining the potential for a epic romance.
I loved this book. Though we have no Pemberleys in York, I could absolutely relate to the trials and tribulations of the Bennetts and think a lot of the girls here in York would feel the same; I, too, worry about becoming a poor spinster without finding a good husband to support me. I, too, feel quite stuck in my station and lot in life (shh, don’t tell my mother) and dream of escaping it. I, too, get quite bored with the same old officers hanging around our town all the time.
Though, as a writer and avid reader, I identify most with Elizabeth, I asked my friend Ayre (she to whom I’d reluctantly surrendered the book once it was purchased) what she thought: “Sure, the Elizabeth and Darcy stuff was OK, but I was more fascinated by the Lydia and Wickham part– running away with a forbidden man! How thrilling!”
So there you have it. Women of York, get thee to the bookshop and demand a copy of Pride and Prejudice. You won’t regret it.
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