Austen is like B-12, or a box of chocolates or a weekend at the beach. She is a restorative. She is a lady. She is a smart-ass. She is a Goddess.
Maybe it’s a girl thing, but sometimes when you feel rundown and out-of-sorts a good novel can set you right. Sometimes that means I need the fire in the belly that only Bernard Cornwell can give me. Sometimes it’s the wistful girlishness and sweeping vistas of Prince Edward Island only L. M. Montgomery can give me. Sometimes though, I need to believe there is order, propriety, manners, reason and beauty in the Universe, and only Jane Austen can give me that.