
AAh Jane Austen, how she captures my romantic heart. This story is about two people who fell in love when they were young, Anne Elliott and Captain Frederick Wentworth (isn't that a great name?) but her family was against it and persuaded her to give him up for the good of the family. He went away broken hearted and she nurtured hers as well. Eight and a half years go by and they are suddenly thrown together by circumstance and she is having to deal with seeing him seemingly court a girl of her acqaintance and her feelings of still being in love with him. While he maintains a civil but cold air towards her. At times she feels she has lost him forever and others she feels he looks at her as if he may still have feelings for her.
It is beautifully written. I read this book in record time, for me anyway (less than a week). I already knew what basically happened having seen the movie but it had been a while so details were new to me. I thought that since I had seen the movie I wouldn't like the book as much but how could I doubt Jane Austen. She always delivers. But I found that I was reading the book to get to the parts that I remembered from the movie. The great parts that I love in Jane Austen novels: the various encounters of characters, letters between the lovers filled with beautiful language, etc. There are a few paragraphs that argue the constancy in love of men vs. women. I loved it. Good points are made on both sides, but in the end I think women pull just slightly ahead of men. Though I would not call this my favorite Jane Austen novel, it is still very good.
Only have one quote that struck me (well there more but they were whole paragraphs and it would give away the story) "One man's ways may be as good as another's, but we all like our own best."

