by Jane Austen
This was a re-read, of course.
My new impressions this time were how insufferable Mary Musgrove was. I always remembered her as merely a bit of a whiner.
The BBC adaptation that came to theaters in America in September 1995 always sticks with me. Of course, I don’t remember the very date we saw it, but September or October would have been likely, as Maggie & I would have run right out for it. Most memorable was that Xopher came with us, and didn’t hate it. He was different then.
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