My earlier question about if it was the book or the baby was about this book, The Lost Memoirs of Jane Austen by Syrie James. I finally managed my way through it about 2 weeks ago. Here's the thing--I think it was a mix of the two. It's an ok read, nothing too terribly exciting in the way of Jane Austen fan fiction. Its pretense is that JA wrote a memoir that was discovered hidden in an attic wall and it tells the story of her long lost love. The novel dragged at the beginning and that was why I was struggling to get it read. I found that I got into it a bit more, skipped the middle and went right for the ending where the novel redeemed itself a bit. For me the voice of dear JA didn't quite work. I can't quite pinpoint why that was--was it that I was mad that she let the guy go at the end even though it broke her heart? Was it that I just struggled with the concept? I don't know. Although, I did find a great quote from the novel, so perhaps it was worthwhile after all?
Quote from the novel: " We can always find a reason to put off that which we aspire to do, or fear to do, until tomorrow, next week, next month, next year--until, in the end, we never accomplish anything at all." (pg. 127 Syrie James.
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