Jane Austen

When one finds the summer quickly approaching, she might break into a old stash of books that had generally been regarded as "soap operas." There, in seeking only pleasure, she might find that books that were once found disagreeable, are now given to be so delightful as to take her rational mind away from every drudgery of life and bring her into a romantic, happy state.

Pleasure in reading, it has been said, can never be underestimated. In fact, it might be enough to spend even as much as eight or ten hours in a single day following line after line. It is the sharpness of wit and character that leads me to book after book, becoming certain that even before the exam period is finished, I will have read the entire collection of Ms. Austen. How absurd. And yet, how magnificent, that one, such as myself, who is inclined to the dark and the morose, might find that the tidiness of happy endings might appeal to me, after all of these years.