Hey y'all!
So for English we had to pick a book for independent reading... so I picked Pride and Prejudice. (My teacher said Les Mis was too long... whatevs... I would've enjoyed reading it for the third time...) But anywhoodles... Our assignment was to right a reader response each week, and these two are what I submitted to my teacher. If lotsa people like this series, I will gladly continue! So yeah. Review. And like this. A lot. :D
Dear Journal,
So many overwhelming events have occurred in such a little time! First of all, I have been completely smitten with a Miss Elizabeth Bennet, a beautiful young girl who is extremely intelligent and witty than most other girls I have been around. She is also skilled at trying not to be the stereotypical young lady, who is well versed in literature, poetry, and the arts. Bingley's sister, Caroline, still tries to woo me with this technique, and she still does not understand that it puts me off. Elizabeth prefers to curl up and quietly engross herself in a book and get lost in it. But, Caroline... Don't even get me started! Every time I try to write a letter to my darling sister, she is always bound to be there, looking over my shoulder, making various remarks about how much she adores my handwriting, and every five seconds she asks me to tell her that she says hello to my sister. She just doesn't get it, and it is so annoying! I am sure Elizabeth would never do that to me, she has a pretty little smart head on her shoulders. Elizabeth... I just can't bring myself to tell her how much I admire her... I suppose I have a reputation to uphold or something, I just can't let my feelings run rampant... Maybe one day, but until then, Elizabeth is, and will always be, the epitome of perfection...
Hm... what else has happened recently that is newsworthy...
Ah, yes! Today I just happened to run in to my former childhood friend, George Wickham, yesterday. Coincidentally, Elizabeth was there, too, and one of her sisters... I believe her name was Lydia, kept ruthlessly flirting with Mr. Wickham, but he did not seem to mind... Oh, how I hate that man...
Well, it appears as though I have to go, dear journal... I'll have to talk to you later.
Until then,
Fitzwilliam Darcy