I tried once again to read Emma by Jane Austen. I don't know what it is
about that book, but I just can't get through it. Perhaps, it is because Emma
at 22 seems to think she knows everything. Maybe it is because everyone around
Emma with the exception of Mr. Knightly seems to think Emma knows
everything, too.
For whatever reason, I read half-way through and just couldn't
take her machinations one minute longer.
I'm not a wimp when it comes to reading. After all, I've read Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Out of the two, I would read the latter rather than the former.
I know some people that just love this book. I ask them why and
they say the same thing every time. Emma is funny. But Emma messes with
people's lives, so it doesn't seem funny to me.
I know, I know. Books are not real. Enjoy. Maybe when I try again next year.
God sets the lonely in families, he leads out the prisoners with singing; but the rebellious live in a sun-scorched land. Psalm 68:6
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