
This gorgeous Cranford edition saw me through the last week of Persuasion, through the necessary tedium of Mrs. Smith's backstory and into the sheer stomach-churning joy of Wentworth's letter. Truly, nothing I've ever read in any romance comes close to the power of that entire chapter, culminating with *the greatest* letter any man, fictional or living, has ever put to paper. Do not fight me on this, I will live happily in the hyperbole forever!

























































