Sense and Sensibility
3 of 5 stars
Two sisters with differing sensibilities experience the ups and downs of love and loss during an era where wealth and connections played an important role in determining a good match.
Mrs. Jennings was a widow, with an ample jointure. She had only two daughters, both of whom she had lived to see respectably married, and she had now therefore nothing to do but to marry all the rest of the world
Sense and Sensibility is one of those books that I was certain I had read at some point, yet when reading it this past week, could not remember a thing about what had happened — possibly, at least in part, because at least some of the story lines bear remarkable similarity to plot lines of Austen’s other novels. I always love Austen’s prose, her wit and irony, and the way that the characters’ perceptions of the situation are so often completely misconstrued and misunderstood. Love it.
But try as I might, I couldn’t get fully invested in any of the characters. Elinor was my favorite, but a bit standoffish, even to the reader. Marianne was sweet, but rather melodramatic. And the heroes… eh… I guess not everyone can be Mr. Darcy.
Overall, a good read, but I’d pick Pride and Prejudice over it any day.