Thunder Storms

Mary Crawford in all her splendor

"Fanny, having been sent into the village on some errand by her aunt Norris, was overtaken by a heavy shower close to the Parsonage; and being descried from one of the windows endeavouring to find shelter under the branches and lingering leaves of an oak just beyond their premises, was forced, though not without some modest reluctance on her part, to come in....and to poor Miss Crawford, who had just been contemplating the dismal rain in a very desponding state of mind, sighing over the ruin of all her plan of exercise for that morning, and of every chance of seeing a single creature beyond themselves for the next twenty–four hours, the sound of a little bustle at the front door, and the sight of Miss Price dripping with wet in the vestibule, was delightful." (Chapter 22)

Hum, reminds me of the storm that we had yesterday morning, when I read it.

Just dropping you a note to tell you that I am still here. I have been focusing on reading rather than blogging. The novel is long, and I want to finish it by the 15th. That gives me today, and three other days. It is not that I am a slow reader. On the contrary, I am a very fast one. But there never seems to be enough hours in a day. Ahhh! Well, at least I have an audio book.

I have been pondering the differences between Edmund and other Austen heros. I'll do a character analysis at the end of the novel.

Toodles!