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It is better to give than to receive.

But in such cases as these, I’m particularly thankful for the thoughtful Austen-inspired gifts found under my Christmas tree this morning from my very own Mr. Darcy.  Specifically, the Jane Austen action figure.

I’m planning a duel tomorrow  between Jane and my son’s Darth Vader figure.

Lightsaber versus quill.

My prediction?

Jane will kick his ass.

Wishing you all peace, joy and HOPE this holiday season and throughout the New Year.  

A happy birthday wish to one of the world’s most widely read writers in English literature.

One cannot have too large a party.   A large party secures its own amusement.  

—  from Emma 

No, I will not be throwing a party of any size today.  I will be content and thankful for the inspired work that Jane Austen left behind for all of us.

I’ll be on my way to Manhattan in an hour or so; sitting on a train with a book on my lap and reading words that were written back in 1815.  Words that have stood the test of time.

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Jane Austen (16 December 1775 – 18 July 1817)


Ever notice how often some people change their profile photo on facebook?

Jane only had one profile photo.

Thankfully, her sister, Cassandra, had Jane pose for a portrait.  It was drawn in 1810; Jane was 35 at the time.

One has to wonder what Jane actually looked like. Both she and Cassandra loved books, music, and drawing which leads me to believe that Cassandra was able to capture at least some likeness of Jane in her drawing.

I read today in the paper that a new drawing of Jane has been discovered in the UK.  The owners of the drawing and an auctioneer believe that it is Jane Austen, but it has not been confirmed.  And it very well may be, but I’m skeptical, as I always am.

All I know is that  this drawing (primitive as it may be) is how Cassandra saw Jane and I trust Cassandra.

Her loving sister knew her better than anyone and they both seemed satisfied enough to hold on to the drawing through the years.

That’s good enough for me.   This is Jane.  Thank you Cassandra.

A train ride (with one connection) took me into downtown Manhattan today to join twenty other women with one purpose in mind:

To talk about Jane Austen.

I attended my first JASNA (New York Regional Chapter) luncheon today.

We discussed, among other things, Mr. Darcy, Catherine Morland, Mrs. Bennet, Captain Wentworth, and Fanny Price.

“I can’t stand Fanny Price,” one Janite observed.  “She’s such a goody-two-shoes.”

I have to admit that she’s correct and pointed out that the movie, Mansfield Park, portrays Fanny in a completely different light.  She actually has some pizzazz and boldly speaks up for herself at one point in the movie while giving Mrs. Norris a major slap down.

My Janite luncheon companion asserted that it made sense; that Fanny would most definitely have to be played differently as she is completely and altogether unlikable.

I agreed.  “She’s a wimp.”

“But,” exclaimed the more senior Janite (who is on the Welcoming Committee), “when Fanny’s uncle tells her that she must marry Tom Crawford, she shows much courage and total conviction by refusing him.”

Well, in all fairness, I must say, I had not thought of that.

I left the luncheon elated, having spent a couple of hours happily engaged in conversation full of  Jane Austen’s characters; in fact; a slight feeling as though they themselves (Austen’s characters) were amongst those inside the restaurant; and I left our meeting having made new friends and having a slightly less negative opinion and better impression of our unlikable heroine, Miss Fanny Price.