First and
foremost, I’d like to express my appreciation to Maria Grazia for so graciously
inviting me to post as a guest on her fabulous Web site!
My life
in Austen began at age thirteen. Someone gave me a one-volume collection of all
six novels, and in an idle moment, I started to read. I kept going, and going,
till I had read all thousand-plus pages. Then I went back to page 1 and started
again. Five times before I could be torn away to read anything else.
Like so
many Janeites, I’ve often thought about why her work so obsessed me, and I
think I have an answer, at least for myself. At that point in my life, I spent
night after night attempting to construct a viable plan for how I could survive
after running away from my guardian. As it turned out, I never did run away,
because I never came up with a plan that seemed realistic. For me, Jane Austen was
never about the romance (though that part is a lot of fun!)—her books have
always been about how a young woman, finding herself in a world in which she is
completely powerless, crafts a future that offers her security without loss of integrity.
It’s about how you find that one place where you belong.