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.