Finally Pemberley
Aaand done. :) Seriously, how could I forget how very good this book is? It's so funny and roman!stuffed full of ust!tic and crisp. There wasn't a moment that dragged. Not when Elizabeth made Mr. Darcy explain exactly when and how he fell in love with her. Not when the story continued past the wedding and into their married life. (I'd forgotten the bit about Mr. Bennet delighting in dropping by Pemberley unannounced - the more unexpected, the better. Hee!)
But seriously it dripped UST. (Unresolved Sexual Tension for those who didn't soak in it back during X-Files fandom.) Not. One. Kiss. At one point Mr. Darcy actually called Elizabeth, Elizabeth. I nearly fainted. Then they decided this was a perfect time to write letters to their Aunts. Which they did. TOGETHER!! Unfortunately, writing your Auntie is not actually a euphemism. They did go for long walks in the woods, though. There may have been euphemisms lingering there. But that's the closest we get.
The weirdest part? I honestly, don't care. :D I used the super-powers of my Kindle and browsed through the many Pride and Prejudice continuations out there (which, that is totally fanfic!) and pretty much all of them go the kisses-and-beyond! route and... I'm actually glad Austen didn't. Not that I'm above that sort of thing (I'm so, so not), but that this particular story keeps it all unmentioned works for me. (I honestly don't think it's ignored. Austen knew, and knew her readers would know, what kind of shenanigans wood-wanders commonly got up to. Just as she knew exactly what Lydia and Wickham were up to while tucked away in London.) I know how Elizabeth and Darcy feel about each other, I can imagine what they get up to when alone together. And that's enough. ♥ Okay, I might totally read one of those P&P: the hot-n-steamy version. Someday. BUT I'LL FEEL REALLY BAD ABOUT IT!
Oh, there's meta lurking in me that I honestly don't have time to let out. (Damn it! At some point I'm going to make time and oh how the posts will flow!!) But to be succinct, I think the power of P&P is how it does its best to steer clear of romance. None of the characters are above moments of ridiculousness, people misunderstand each other because that's what people do. And even when most desperately in love, the faults and foibles are still there to be dealt with. Darcy has to put up with Elizabeth's family. Elizabeth is careful about teasing him. But it's that realism that makes it so awesome. Jane Austen, man. Jane Austen.
But seriously it dripped UST. (Unresolved Sexual Tension for those who didn't soak in it back during X-Files fandom.) Not. One. Kiss. At one point Mr. Darcy actually called Elizabeth, Elizabeth. I nearly fainted. Then they decided this was a perfect time to write letters to their Aunts. Which they did. TOGETHER!! Unfortunately, writing your Auntie is not actually a euphemism. They did go for long walks in the woods, though. There may have been euphemisms lingering there. But that's the closest we get.
The weirdest part? I honestly, don't care. :D I used the super-powers of my Kindle and browsed through the many Pride and Prejudice continuations out there (which, that is totally fanfic!) and pretty much all of them go the kisses-and-beyond! route and... I'm actually glad Austen didn't. Not that I'm above that sort of thing (I'm so, so not), but that this particular story keeps it all unmentioned works for me. (I honestly don't think it's ignored. Austen knew, and knew her readers would know, what kind of shenanigans wood-wanders commonly got up to. Just as she knew exactly what Lydia and Wickham were up to while tucked away in London.) I know how Elizabeth and Darcy feel about each other, I can imagine what they get up to when alone together. And that's enough. ♥ Okay, I might totally read one of those P&P: the hot-n-steamy version. Someday. BUT I'LL FEEL REALLY BAD ABOUT IT!
Oh, there's meta lurking in me that I honestly don't have time to let out. (Damn it! At some point I'm going to make time and oh how the posts will flow!!) But to be succinct, I think the power of P&P is how it does its best to steer clear of romance. None of the characters are above moments of ridiculousness, people misunderstand each other because that's what people do. And even when most desperately in love, the faults and foibles are still there to be dealt with. Darcy has to put up with Elizabeth's family. Elizabeth is careful about teasing him. But it's that realism that makes it so awesome. Jane Austen, man. Jane Austen.