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A review by crispycritter
Persuasion by Jane Austen
emotional
hopeful
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
5.0
Still thinking about this book weeks later. It's a shame I can't formulate words to express how much I loved this book but have no problem writing shitposts about books I hate.
This is not light like Austen's other novels. This is about two people whose lives have been metaphorically kicked in the teeth and who find their way back to each other after close to nine years apart. It's equal parts hope and melancholy. Hope for the future. Melancholy for the past - that Anne and Wentworth were even separated in the first place; that their separation could have been shorter had resentment, pride and fear not gotten in the way.
"I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant."
Read it, ya dinguses!
This is not light like Austen's other novels. This is about two people whose lives have been metaphorically kicked in the teeth and who find their way back to each other after close to nine years apart. It's equal parts hope and melancholy. Hope for the future. Melancholy for the past - that Anne and Wentworth were even separated in the first place; that their separation could have been shorter had resentment, pride and fear not gotten in the way.
"I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant."
Read it, ya dinguses!