I currently have a small person on my lap doing untold things to my iPhone so this may be a somewhat incomprehensible post.
Having gone to bed early last night due to a nasty bout of what we we term Collywobbles, I settled down to finishing reading Northanger Abbey been dozing off and other things. Overall I came a way glad that I had at least read it but not ready to gush about it to all and sundry as a book that you just have to read. The characters of Catherine and Henry while not abhorrent to me as Isabella and her brother were just didn’t leave me with the deep and lasting impression than Elizabeth and D’arcy.
But then we do learn so much more about the latter couple as it is this process of education which forms much of Pride and Predjudice whereas from pretty much the off it is clear that Catherine and Henry are disposed to like each other and must just overcome a single instance of minor meddling.
The fortunate marriage of Eleanor at the last possible moment to a gentleman to whom she’d been long attached (and yet had never mentioned in the course of the narrative) felt rushed and an overly neat deus ex machina end to the novel. The 2007 television adaption had at the very least included a �nervous assignation between the two while the family were at Bath so their marriage at the end wasn’t quite so out of the blue.
Overall I did enjoy the book even though I don’t think I’ll be in a huge rush to re-read it.
