I have a love hate relationship with romance novels. I’m not talking trashy Danielle Steele novels. I’m talking Victorian chick lit. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, Adam Bede…well-written novels that are pastoral, have surprises. Timeless books that I can read over and over and find something new each time.
Tonight I have happened upon Pride and Prejudice…my favorite version with Keira Knightley.
I love the give and take between Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. I love that her prejudice of him fades away as she discovers his true character. I love that they don’t fall in love in one moment, but rather they get to know each other and, despite their different standings in society, grow to love one another.
Watching this movie makes me long to be walking in Kent County in England. The greens are so much greener there. There is something in the air in England that quiets my unsettled soul. I would love to be walking along the Thames in London, the Tower Bridge, the London Eye, Big Ben and Parliament surrounding me.
OK–back to planet earth. More accurately, to NJ.
Thanks for following my ramble.
Deneen White 
Sorry if I appear rude, but just one correction I’d like to offer. It’s a pet peeve of mine, as so many people use this reference. Jane Austen (Pride and Prejudice and all her novels) are not Victorian. They belong firmly in the Georgian and Regency periods. Jane Austen died twenty years before Victoria became Queen.
Other than that, I fully agree with your assessment, though I have to admit that my own preference would be to be walking through the wilder landscapes of Derbyshire, or the rolling hills of Dorset, or. Oh what the heck, anywhere in England.
Hi Sally,
Didn’t mean to offend. I took a Victorian literature class while in University and we read Pride and Prejudice as part of the course. Maybe I should forward your comment to the English department there 🙂
My preference for Kent is only that I spent about a month there throughout a couple of years.
Thanks for reading and for the correction!
~D