Like every avid reader, each books make a mark. For me, Pride and Prejudice has been a constant source of hope, belief, and faith. Hope that things do fall into pieces. Belief that fairy tales can and do happen even to women who set their standards higher than they ought. Faith in love; that someone will love you for who you are, imperfections and all.
Unfortunately, I lost that book. I only have the vaguest idea how. I noticed it missing a few weeks before we moved to my new house and I was quite hopeful that it might turn up during the cleaning process. Unfortunately, it didn’t. I probably lost it during one of my sojourns to the city. I must have left it oa a bus or a restaurant. I only wish that I can still find a copy of that book in Book Sale.
I must note that a friend offered to send me her electronic copy of the book. I politely decline. I still love the reading printed books.
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