Ah, Jane Austen. A breath of fresh air in a stifling, polluted literary world. I have to hand it to her this time. She really made me think that maybe, just maybe, the female protagonist would not marry the male protagonist she was obviously destined for. Of course, she does end up with him in the end, but there was real drama in between there.
Mansfield Park was a very nice book altogether. Fanny is the main girl, quiet and meek, mistreated and pitiable. She holds fast to her convictions, though, and by the conclusion she is loved and admired. Austen is fairly diverse, for all the similarities her books have. Each of her novels seem to involve a slightly different facet of early 19th-century British middle-to-upper-class daily life. I applaud her for that.
Truly, the comforts in reading a Jane Austen novel are innumerable. There is always just enough predictability, coupled with some unexpected turns, to delight and reassure the reader. I love Austen. Once you get to know her, you find she is unparalleled.
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