Lol, one for the #pemberlittens lbh she's not wrong 🤣
Dear #pemberlittens, I finished reading the previous selection! Now, I will look back and read everyone‘s comments. My favorite character was Elinor Dashwood. She exemplified strength, loyalty, kindness and grace. The writing was exquisite, as I fully expected. However, the constant evaluations of a woman‘s beauty as her ticket to a good match irritated my enjoyment of the story. I was so tired of the tributes to Marianne‘s beauty.
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#200PnPcovers @CrowCAH @mabell #conveyances My mind went to the scandalous carriage ride that Willoughby and Marianne went on where they ended up disappearing together (without a chaperone) and heading to his future house…Surely such a familiar ride and destination must mean they‘re engaged, no?
I read Pride and Prejudice several years ago and absolutely loved it. I have therefore been wanting to read another book by Austen for some time.
I did enjoy reading S&S but I have to admit that I didn‘t love it just as much as P&P. Also everything happened very fast at the end which was kind of a shame.
This was my first time reading this Austen, which is crazy. But I'm glad I joined the #Pemberlittens in this chapter-a-day! I went in completely blind, as I've put off even watching any adaptations for years until I read the book. Overall I enjoyed the story and the characters. Honestly though, I was a little disappointed in who the ladies ended up with at the end. Edward did not deserve Elinor, but hey, as long as she's happy 🙃
It‘s always so nice to come back to a Jane Austen book. While I love chapter-a-day reads because I get to savor something and spend drawn out relaxed time with it, this is the first time I‘ve finished a #pemberlitten book feeling like I missed something by not reading it straight through, so I may make time to come back to this one later this year… #PopSugar2022 #ABookSetInVictorianTimes
We've done it again, #PemberLittens! Congrats on making it to the end! Marianne and Brandon have a boring-ass love story where she gradually learns to love and respect him, and they marry; Mrs. Ferrars forgives both of her sons, and even throws a coin or two Edward's way; Willoughby has some regrets, but still goes on his pleasure-seeking, perma-fuckboy way; and Mrs Jennings and Sir John turn their attention to Margaret as the action closes. Fin!
After a quick anxiety walk, Edward returns to officially propose, and he quickly secures his lady! Huzzah! A good deal of the rest of the chapter is given over to everyone trashing Lucy, which is the right and proper reaction to her fuckery. Colonel B comes back around and he and Edward get on like...dare I say...brothers? The two set off together to check out the pad at Delaford as we continue to hurtle toward our happy ending. #PemberLittens
What a wonderful novel this is! It was a pleasure to read about controlled Elinor and uninhibited Marianne again. Austen weaves the differences of the sisters from an underling critique of the Romantic poets and their valuing emotion and personal experience over social proprieties and old English self-control. (I‘m simplifying too much, of course.) Col. Brandon seems duller than actors portray him, but the rest of the book is glorious Austen.
The truth comes stammering out today! Edward unexpectedly shows up to twist the "I got married and NOT TO YOU!" knife a little further for Elinor, but hark! While nervously ruining her good scissors (I feel my costume designer/quilting friends hissing in outrage), Edward admits that Lucy married Robert; he is FREE! But instead of going directly after an overcome Elinor, my dude runs ? out ? of ? the ? house. Edward, you are a disappointment.
OK, apologies to anyone put off by the language, but I snorted when I saw this and had to use it. Today the Dashwoods return to Barton at last! Marianne still gets teary at trees and fields and sheet music that remind her of Willoughby, but she's determined to be emotionally mature from here on out. She makes Elinor a lovely apology (still slightly overwrought, but that's our girl), and even bears the news of W's visit pretty well. Progress!
After Willoughby takes his drunk ass out the door, Elinor is surprised to feels more pity than hate. No matter, though, because Mrs. Dashwood arrives, overjoyed that her daughter will live! Not only that, but Brandon confessed to her his love for Marianne, and Mrs. D is already plotting a move closer to Delaford and being like, "I never liked Willoughby anyway" to which Elinor gives an emphatic internal eyeroll. Girl, same. #PemberLittens
24 hours in Bath, amazing bookshops and lovely to be reading Austen whilst here!
Last chapter's cliffhanger ending never fails to be a shocker- Willoughby, having heard that Marianne is near death, shows up at Cleveland! He has come to drunkenly whine about his own poor choices and bad-mouth his wife in a quest for absolution. He says he's come to offer an apology, but he never actually begs forgiveness; instead he goes on and on about how miserable HE feels. I've got no pity for this absolute twatwaffle; how about you?
Jill is keeping me company while I read. She is purring so loud that it‘s distracting ❤️😘😽🐱
Finished early. When I was in my teens and twenties I loved Austen. (Even named my oldest Emma Jane!) I joined In because I wanted to see if that love would stand the test of time. I think it‘s gone lukewarm, similar to my feelings for many classics. This was between a pick and a so so for me. Perhaps rereading another with the #PemberLittens will go a different way.
Hard to say who I dislike the most between John Dashwood and Robert Ferrars. Elinor has to endure them both today, and each offers up a truly trash take: John's basically saying, "We think you and Lucy are both the pits, but you're slightly less terrible, thought you'd want to know!" and Robert hates on Edward for having to live in a parsonage, officiate weddings, and wear a clergyman's garb. Both of these dudes need to STFU immediately, amirite?
I actually love today's chapter and all of its farcical silliness. Mrs. Jennings ships Elinor/Brandon hardcore, and overheard just enough of their conversation to support her theory. She and Elinor go back and forth about it, each presuming they're on the same page, but are very much not even on the same planet. And my favorite bit of all? Even when the truth comes out, Mrs. Jennings believes that the two will marry. Sign her up for AO3, stat!
Jennings and Palmer put the pressure on for our heroines to visit Cleveland, and even though they don't really want to go, it's one step closer to being home and leaving this entire London debacle behind. Meanwhile, Colonel Brandon, kind and generous as ever, pulls Elinor aside to offer Edward the parsonage at Delaford. Mrs. Jennings hears just enough to assume they're discussing marriage, because what else could anyone ever be discussing??
The word is OUT about Lucy and Edward! Fanny has such a huge temper tantrum that John has to call a freakin' doctor to attend her. But that extreme reaction has nothing on how Mrs. Ferrars responds: she tries to bribe Edward to break the engagement by offering property and money, but when Eddie sticks by his (dim but manipulative) lady, Mrs. F disowns him on the spot and vows to squash his progress in any profession he might undertake. Damn, Gina!
I feel exhausted just having read today's chapter! A dinner party with the Ms. Steeles, Mrs. Ferrars, John and Fanny, and Lady Middleton would be a nightmare no matter what. But add to that a passive-aggressive argument about children's respective heights, a slight to Elinor's artwork, and Marianne bursting into tears at the table, and I'd be out. One cold, hard truthbomb from Marianne, though- who DOES care about Miss Morton? Absolutely nobody.