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“I’ll give you 50 dollars to read Pride and Prejudice!”
My Granny loved bribes.
It was the only way she’d get me to watch old movies and read certain books. The going rate on movies was 5 bucks. Truth be told, curling up and watching movies with her didn’t take coercion. But I was in high school. And money was money. Plus I was (probably) the only kid at Bellaire High School who could identify Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy.
(But I digress.)
Pride and Prejudice.
Granny swore it one of the BEST novels EVER written, and anyone who loved England and writing had better read it.
So I tried.
I tried a couple of times.
I really wanted that 50 bucks.
–I just couldn’t do it.
Now, 20 years later, I duck gracefully sideways when people talk Jane Austen. I’ve seen the movies so can bullshit my way…
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