It seems this is yet another book that sat on my bookshelf, unread, for far too long.
It’s strange how much a person’s tastes can change in just a few short years. When this book was assigned to 16 year old me in my English class, I had actually been looking forward to reading the book. But then, once I got the book and sat down to read it, I couldn’t get through more than a page before falling asleep. After a few tries I decided to just watch the movie (the BBC/A&E miniseries) and read the SparkNotes for the book and leave it at that. I was successful, probably because my teacher underestimated how easy it would be for someone determined to not read the book to still make it seem as if they had. And so, after getting an A without doing the work, (which, I am simultaneously proud and ashamed to admit, was often the case) Pride and Prejudice was left on the bookshelf to rot for the next five years.