Hello, Jeanna, and welcome at My Jane Austen Book Club. My first question for you is: When and How did your lucky encounter with
Jane Austen take place?
My very first encounter was at a garage
sale at least 10 years ago where I picked up my first copy of Pride and
Prejudice (couldn’t tell you where that copy went since then). My
reintroduction was with the 2005 movie, of which I loved and bought a copy immediately.
But it wasn’t until my sister, KaraLynne Mackrory, started writing JAFF books
and sending me the chapters as she wrote them that I went from liking the book,
to loving the story, to obsessing over it and becoming a
badge-wearing-fully-fledged-hopeless addict.
That was January 2012. I remember it well because my divorce had been
final for just over a year and I hadn’t ventured into the dating world yet.
Darcy looked pretty darn good to a romance-starved single mother of three
daughters.
How did it change your life?
It has changed my life in so many ways.
First, I started reading every JAFF book I could find on Amazon.com, at the
library, loaned from my fellow JAFF addict sister, and those I researched online.
I currently have about 6 JAFF books on my kindle waiting for me to read, a few
more on my wish list on Amazon, and I just ordered another that will be coming
in the mail. I get a little jittery when
I don’t have a “to be read next” list. But it is more than that. It changed the
way I look at life. I wish I could be more like Elizabeth Bennet. My bad
marriage and good divorce (let’s face it, a good divorce is better than any bad
marriage) left me with a lack of faith in men in general and a sense of
I-can-do-it-on-my-own-I-don’t-need-a-man attitude. I also went from repressing
my inner Lizzy due to shell shock, to being a little impertinent at times, more
so than before I fell in love with Elizabeth Bennet. It changed my vocabulary
which now has affected my daughters’ vocabulary as well, whose affirmative
answer to me when I ask them a question is now “Indeed”. It made me push myself
outside of my very comfortable (and single) life into one where I risk loving
and being loved, all because now I believe there are real Mr. Darcys out there,
and let’s face it, I kind of would like to find a Mr. Darcy. And of course, it
changed the fact that now I am an author, a title I never thought I wanted for
myself.