Jane Austin’s books are something that have always been very near and dear to my heart. Every time my mother was pregnant, her mother gave her another copy of one of the novels. I’ve grown up listening to the books be talked about, watching different takes on them and reading them.
The first time I ever moved and we were looking through the house that we would eventually live in there was a closet with shelves in it. I was with my two younger siblings and we all made eye contact and laughed at the same time the line so well known from Pride and Prejudice tumbling from our mouths in sync.
“Shelves in the closet, happy thought indeed.”
I adore the A&E version of Pride and Prejudice, it was the first one I ever watched and everything has always paled in comparison, but my favorite Jane Austin story is by and far Persuasion.
I didn’t much care for it as a child and it really only existed on the perimeter of my mind until I was an adult. The first time I watched it after graduating high school I realized that I loved it all the more for the sorrow that was within it as well as the happiness that does come at the end.
It’s a story about people who love each other and who hurt each other but keep trying to live. It’s not the end of the world for them and that is something that struck me solidly and still does whenever I think about it.
Yes, they were your love, maybe in even the truest love that you have ever or will ever have, but just because they’re gone (by death or choice or a hundred other things) doesn’t mean that you have to lay down at die. It is so easy to die for the ones that you love, but it is even more difficult to live for them instead. Even when you think that they hate you.
Especially when you think or even know that they hate you.
Because your love is strong enough to withstand the wear and tear of time and life going on.