When I look back over P and P, Mary is one of the silly ones, the forgotten ones, the middle one, but at the end of the book she starts to change because she is left alone as all her sisters have left. This is Mary looking back at what her life was like and realising she has changed throughout the book and why she is glad she has changed.


This be mine, Mary Bennet's, true account of my life past. It is only now after Jane had become Mrs. Bingley, Elizabeth Mrs. Darcy and Lydia Mrs. Wickham that I can look over the past, for it has been near twelve months since sister Jane and brother Charles left for Derbyshire.

I know not how changed I am, but sincerely hope that by my putting of this pen to this paper I shall be directed to the cause of this change. Though I know not how I am changed, I know I am, and am glad that it has happened, for when I think back . . . Never less, I must be on with my thoughts.

I know where I must start and that is most precisely where I shall, the day that we all learned of the exisistance of a Mr. Bingley.

The day was a Sunday, for we had just left church, and one would dearly love to write that the sun was shining but, I believe it was quite cloudy and chilly for a mourn in early September. We soon learned that a certain single, wealthy, young man named Mr. Bingleywas to soon take possession of a large stately house, Netherfield to be precise, before Michaelmas (the twenty ninth of September). Of course papa was eager to 'discourage' mamma with his quick witted disposition, and managed to vex her so very much on the subject of Mr. Bingley marrying one of my sisters, and that he would not visit Mr. Bingley, that as soon as we entered our abode she retired to her bedroom and flatly refused to come out of her chambers for a number of days that papa was simply delighted!

None of us knew for sure that papa would visit Mr. Bingley, though I am sure that Lizzie had a notion, so it came as a shock when we learned that he had. Of course mamma pretended that she had known all along that papa would do this exactly, but she fooled no-one. Throughout that day I had to put up with tedious talk on when exactly Mr. Bingley would return papa's visit and whether he should be invited to dinner ( I tried to ignore them whilst reading my book), they got so caught up in their talking that when I removed myself to the little piano forte in the drawing room mamma only made a few calls for me to 'quieten that infernal' and Lydia only made two snide comments, the least ever I believe!


Please, please, please review! I won't continue otherwise and will think that I was silly to have started!