When I turned eleven, my mom gave me a set of classic books; the set included Pride and Prejudice, Jane Eyre, Huckleberry Finn, Moby Dick, Wuthering Heights, Far From the Madding Crowd, Little Women and Great Expectations. Even now, I’ve yet to read all of them, which is something that I probably shouldn’t be admitting, at least in such a public forum.
Over Christmas, I decided that it was time that I got around to reading Pride and Prejudice. In the years since I turned eleven, I’ve seen both the BBC/A&E and the feature film adaptations of Jane Austen’s story, but for whatever reason, I’d yet to read the original work. I remember my mom reading it years ago, and asking her what it was about:
“A woman who wants to marry off her five daughters.”
Well, yes. And no. What my mom failed to mention was that Pride and Prejudice is also one of the most romantic stories written. The story of Darcy and Elizabeth captures the imagination, and is a beloved classic for that reason.
I’m sorry that I didn’t read it earlier, but now that I have, I wonder what else I missed.
There’s a world of books out there.