Mark loves Jane Austen. Set Pre-RENT Maureen's POV
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Sitting half asleep on the couch, I watch Mark, curled contently by the window under a blanket with a cup of tea and a book. Pride and Prejudice. Again. He loves it, knows the story inside and out. He craves Jane Austen like normal people crave chocolate. Don't get between him and his books. He'll bite your hand off. Even Roger doesn't bother him when he reads.
I got up and plopped down next to him, snuggling against his arm.
"More exciting the 33rd time? I teased. He barely acknowledged me.
Paying no mind, I leaned my head against his shoulder, kissing his cheek. He blinked, and took a deep breath before looking at me, like he was waking up from a deep sleep.
"Yeah?" he asked, blinking, like he was trying to erase the words from behind his eyelids.
I shook my head. "Nothing. I like watching you read. It's adorable."
He smiled and kissed me. "Then shut up so I can finish!"
I made a face and crept under the blanket with him, watching as he went back into his book. When he did this, he seemed to leave this world, and go into the world that Jane Austen created over a hundred years ago. Somehow, he connects to the characters she created. He loves them like he loves us.
Mark once tried to explain it to me."They're different." he said. Well, it made sense in his mind.
I'm not completely close minded. I gave it a try. He was so excited when I said I wanted to try it. But I never got past the first chapter. It made no sense, and the characters were boring. Not that I actually said that.
Well??