Review: Pride and Prejudice

Hey, I’m not talking about no movie here, I’m talking a novel that I read. That’s right. Get off your lazy asses and read a book once in awhile. Regardless of whether or not I have to read books for my courses, I make it a point to read at least one chapter of a book a day. Now that I live in the boondocks of Ottawa, I can afford the time to read 10 chapters due to the commute. Nonetheless, for those people who walk to work, take the time before bed…read a chapter. Your brain will slowly transform from the mush which it is into some weird sort of super-brain with useless pop trivia and Napolean Dynamite quotes!

Onto the review. Pride and Prejudice. Romance. In the late 1800s. Boring? Nah. It was decent. I thought the language would be hard to read…it was not. I thought it would be a lame romance story. It was not. I thought it would have simple characters. They did not.

This is a snapshot of how it was to be in love in the 1800s. Gone are the days where you pick up the apple of yer eye at a dance club where you can’t even hear what they are saying (which is fine for us fine looking gentlemen, but for those uglies out there…heck, I’m sorry.) but you go to the ball to pick up the fine ladies. Granted, you have to be rich to pick these ladies up…they do not settle for no commoner.

So, here is the story of Elizabeth and her family of crazies trying to hunt down a man. Scandal ensues in various points of the story and I believe I may have heard fifteen times that I must watch the BBC Mini-Series with Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy (thanks ladies! I’ll get right on that!) and it all ends…well, I won’t ruin the story for you. Do yourself a favour, go and read it! It’s 200 years old! It can’t be a bad read if it’s lasted that long!

All in all, I’m glad I read it, but I wouldn’t say it’s my favourite book. But it wasn’t boring either.