It’s about time! Good grief. That turned out to be a bit painful. During the past month and a half, I really struggled to get this finished and I could not figure out what the problem was. But now that I’ve finished and I’m left quite unsatisfied I realize that this book did not make me feel happy or good. You see, I’ve been in a state of gloominess from the obvious horrors of my life as a mom to three healthy beautiful children and wife to a loving, hardworking man. And this book did nothing to help the situation. I was annoyed by pretty much all characters and I found it tedious that I couldn’t easily skim to the parts that seemed utterly relevant.
It wasn’t until I got to the juicy bit where Catherine receives the letter from her brother (whose name I’ve already forgotten) that I was able to move on. But I quickly found myself wanting to skip whole paragraphs, which coincidentally ran over an entire page.
Some things that bothered me (correct me if I’m wrong and “accidentally” skimmed over these parts) were that Isabelle didn’t seem to suffer any consequence for her bad behavior. Catherine’s brother did not appear to end up in a most blissful situation. Eleanor ends up with “the most charming young man in the world”, yet he only warrants a few sentences in the entire book. And even the happiness of Catherine and Henry’s marriage seemed dulled with the Captain’s distain.
Perhaps I’m being too harsh or grouchy. But I was left feeling confused and unsatisfied (did I already say that?). It’s hard for me to believe that Jane Austen is capable of writing such a horrid book so I think it’s quite possible I might try reading this book again when I’m back on the happy pills. But for the moment I must conclude: Dislike.