The first time I read Pride and Prejudice I was smitten by Austen’s acerbic wit, her depiction of a woman with a mind (and sense of humor) of her own, her good humored (and, okay, sometimes a little bitter) skewering of Regency mores, her prose, her storytelling, and, okay, yeah, the most swoonworthy hero ever. Over the years, my affection for the book has not waned. If anything I appreciate its subtleties and charms more than ever before. And, I get why the novel has become the prototype of the modern romance novel. It’s a formula that never gets old: Independent minded attractive female meets disdainful but hot male and a battle of wits ensues; sparks fly, love blossoms, marriage results.
But, is the formula overused? Is it time to step back from the P&P retreads? Should we leave Lizzie and Darcy alone for a while to enjoy the glories of Pemberley without fear of encroaching rodents? Can we agree that guinea pigs and Austen is just a “No”?
Really. Despite what Sharon Pelletier may or may not say publicly, just no.
Are you with me blog readers?