Pride and Prejudice - A Book Review
Ah, Pride and Prejudice. This was another book whose hype let me down. I figured seeing as there are at least eight thousand different adaptations of it, it had to have a good story line.. Right?
Wrong. Well wrong in a sense. If you like a book with lots of action, oh wait silly me, a plot, you have come to the wrong novel! Basically Pride and Prejudice tells the story of the Elizabeth Bennet, the Bennet clan and the oh-so-attractive gentlemen, Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley. The Bennet sisters go on a series of glorified sleep overs and eventually win the hearts of the two gentlemen (come on, you knew it was going to happen!).
My reason for reading this novel was this, I had wanted to read it for about four years, bought the book, but with school work and other books that I was reading, it never really stood out on my shelf, until this summer and The Lizzie Bennet diaries started (which I happen to actually really like, the actresses are great!). I figured, I might as well read it now and watch that alongside so that the story doesn’t get ruined for me. That would have been a great plan, had there been a story to ruin.
A common complaint I seem to find whenever I mention Jane Austen is how wordy her sentences are. And yes, sentences are made up of words, but Jesus Christ woman, there is no need for so man! I’d say a simplified version of Pride and Prejudice is about six pages long after you take out all of the unnecessarily long and complex sentences.
My favourite character of them all was Mr Bennet, he was in it so infrequently but always had some really snide and sarcastic, but almost affectionate remark to make about his daughters and wife. He seemed like a real nice guy, by all accounts.
I think that stories should have more to them than love. To take from the much quoted film 500 Days of Summer, “this is not a love story, it’s a story about love”. The story is the most important part, not the love, and in my opinion, that’s the way it should be!
All in all, it’s an incredibly boring book, it only started to pick up around chapter 45 (there’s 62, might I add). I’m glad I read it more to say I’ve read it than anything else, which I don’t think is ever a good reason to read a book. Who gets to decide that these books are “great classics” anyway?