I know I saw the movie for this book many years ago when I was going through a Helena Bonham-Carter phase. Don't ask, I have no idea.
This is one of those books that I am glad that I read, but will probably never call it one of my favorites. There are just certain aspects of the book that I just don't find all that entertaining. Something about the uptight and proper way a lady is supposed to act just grates on my nerves. And even in rebellion, these woman (girls really) are so snotty and unbending. Were women really like that? I can't even imagine.
This book really didn't have a plot that I would sink my teeth into. Mainly because that plot was subdued under frivolity and the insistence of nothing being proper or good enough for anyone anywhere ever. There was something wrong with every little thing so that any enjoyment of a thing had to be kept hidden in shame. I just don't get that.
Then again, I also don't really believe in those love stories where the two people only meet once and never talk to each other. Call me a cynic.
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