pride and prejudice, again

Okay, so I posted once already on this novel. I was struggling. It felt dry and I just couldn't get into it. But I wanted to read this story, so I kept trying. It was when I tried audio that I finally got it to click. 

And then I fell in love with it. 

I love the way the relationship develops over time, as Darcy and Lizzie grow into their love for each other. I love the relationships between the eldest sisters, how Jane and Lizzie are the voices of reason in the family, the women who are strong enough to know themselves and to stay true to those visions of themselves in spite of strong social pressures. I love Lizzie's relationship with her father and how she could learn from his youthful naivete. 

Actually, there is nothing I don't love about this novel. From the iconic first sentence, a true thing of beauty, to the final lines, I want to spend more time at Longbourn and Pemberley. I want to take long walks with Lizzie and Jane and hear what they have to say. I want to follow their lives as the become mothers and aunts, and then mothers-in-law, and then grandmothers. I want to live my life with the intelligence and dignity they possess. 

Maybe I'm not as far away from them as I think. I have been prideful. I have been prejudiced. I slip back into those from time to time (a lot, actually). But I think I also have moments when I get it right, when I live with grace and humility. When I see my good fortune. When I experience true love. 

So I guess you could say that it's a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a good heart, must be in want of a life.