Dear Jessica....

I can't believe you love Pride and Prejudice. This book has made me nap more than James Joyce! Okay, maybe that's a little harsh. That freakin' Joyce almost killed me, this is just like trudging through three hundred and ninety-six pages of blather just to come out dishevelled and grumpy at the other end. I keep thinking of you and your excited face and almost crying because you love it so much. Alls I can say is, you'd better come up with some brilliant snacks if you're going to make me watch the six hour movie version! Today alone this book caused a three hour nap. That's skill! Though the warm warm chihua doesn't help. I'm on page 256 right now and I'm cursing your name steadily after every ten chapters. :o) The 1800s just aren't my bag, baby.