I didn’t grow up with Pride and Prejudice tucked under my arm or teach myself the art of flirting by reading Emma.
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It never occurred to me to fling my person toward the arms of a nearby gentleman or walk in the rain because a gentleman(supposedly) jilted me. Most of my life, I passed Jane Austen’s novels by for more interesting writers—Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, etc. But Jane Austen has a way of finding her readers, despite her untimely death over 200 years ago.
Read the rest of my journey to becoming a Jane Austen blogger here at the Christmas with Jane Celebration hosted by the Book Review Club.