…it crossed my mind that the bitter town of Hard Times was perhaps the worst place in which one could ever imagine to live. Then I read Sanditon.

…it crossed my mind that the bitter town of Hard Times was perhaps the worst place in which one could ever imagine to live. Then I read Sanditon.
Reading Austen’s eponymous Emma for the second time around is a vastly different experience than the first.
Upon reading Mr. Robert Martin’s letter again some few months later, and having given it a great deal of thought, Harriet Smith felt it only natural to secretly send him a letter on Valentine’s Day.
Up until this moment, Emma has been the social butterfly; talkative and all aglow.
“Emma has been meaning to read more ever since she was twelve years old.” That’s what Mr. Knightley tells us during his conversation with Mrs. Weston. The fact is, Emma is unable to finish a project.
As I reluctantly sat down to watch, “this bomb” as I put it, I rolled my eyes at the absurd notion of mashing-up cowboys with aliens.