This is one of my all-time favorite novels!
I don't know what I like most about it:
Elizabeth Bennett, in whom every reader seems to find a piece of them, and who is somehow perfect even with all her flaws,
Mr. Darcy- in the beginning, the handsome and regal but haughty gentleman, and later revealed to be just as charming, kindhearted and sensitive,
or the characters, intricate and lively, who could be a lot like our own acquaintances,
or the plot and the content itself, contemporary and still relevant to today's society,
or the language, which is beautiful and expressive, not so 'Old-English' to be archaic, but with an antique charm and a certain edge to it that keeps you rooted in the scene and the scenery, as much when Mrs.Bennett laments to her family about her 'poor nerves' as when Mr.Darcy confesses his love to Elizabeth.
Oh! This is one book that I can read over and over again (as I have already done, innumerable times).
However, I find that the movie versions of the book don't seem to justify the characters and the story itself, though it must be conceded that it is a difficult job to condense such a profound tale into a 120-min script.
Not to offend movie-lovers, of course!
Yes, I've read many other books, by many different writers, each of their styles varying a lot, but somehow, I find that this one book is very dear to me. It reminds me in bad times that I'm no worse than the next person. And it has been a pleasant companion on many lazy afternoons and tired nights.
Or maybe I'm just an obsessed fangirl. :)
