Saturday, February 16, 2013

Book Club Book: Persuasion

I am in a book club and week meet once a month on Friday's to discuss a book (and chat and chat and chat!)

This month we read Persuasion by Jane Austen (my book choice!) I started reading it on my Kindle (which I love) but decided I wanted the real thing.  I own a copy but the library has the cutest little copy of it so I borrowed it to finish the book. This copy is so small that it is smaller then a 4X6 card and only just over half an inch thick! I want the whole set in this printing!

 Persuasion (Collector's Library)

Here are a few quotes that I loved!

He had, in fact, though his sisters were now doing all they could for him, by calling him 'poor Richard,' been nothing better than a thickheaded, unfeeling, unprofitable Dick Musgrove, who had never done anything to entitle himself to more than the abbreviation of his name, living or dead.

... Captain Wentworth, withough saying a word, turned to her and quietly obliged her to be assisted into the carriage.

Yes; he had done it.  She was in the carriage, and felt he had placed her there, that his will and his hands had done it, that she owed it to his perception of her fatigue, and his resolution to give her rest.  She was very much affected by the view of his disposition towards her, which all these things made apparent.  This little circumstance seemed the completion of all that had gone before.  She understood him.  He could not forgive her, but he could not be unfeeling.  Though condemning her for the past and considering it with high and unjust resentment, though perfectly careless of her, and though becoming attached to another, still he could see her suffer, without the desire of giving her relief.  It was a remainder of former sentiment; it was an impulse of pure, though unacknowledged friendship; it was proof of his own warm and amiable heart, which she could not contemplate without emotions so compounded of pleasure and pain, that she knew not which prevailed.

He will sit poring over his book, and not know when a person speaks to him, or when one drops one's scissors, or anything happens.

"MY DEAR ANNE - I make no apology for my silence, because I know how little people think of letters in such a place as Bath.  You must be a great deal too happy to care for Uppercross, which, as you well know, affords little to write about.

And of course the love letter!!!

I can listen no longer in silence.  I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach.  You pierce my soul.  I am half agony, half hope.  Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.  I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago.  Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death.  I have loved none but you.  Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.  You alone have brought me to Bath.  For you alone, I think and plan.  Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes?  I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine.  I can hardly write.  I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me.  You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others.  Too good, too excellent creature!  You do us justice, indeed.  You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men.  Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating in...

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