“You know what this Amazon review for Pride and Prejudice says? ‘Nothing special, just a bunch of people going to each other’s houses,’” my younger sister said, laughing, while reading her phone.
I looked up with a cross face at the sacrilege of this classic period-drama novel. “That’s the whole point!” I exclaimed. I had been trying to explain to her my love of period dramas during a film version of Emma, which she found tedious and hard to follow, but that I watched with rapt attention.
