This is my Emma. Five years ago, during the Best Christmas Holiday
Ever, we stopped at a gas station on the way to the beach. There she
was in a Boston Globe Family Classic display amongst the Treasure
Islands and Black Beautys, I just knew I had to have her. The vacation
itself was bright and sunny, walking near the ocean on Christmas day
in 50 degree weather enchanted me in a way I still can’t describe.
Emma has become my touchstone to that past. Her jaunty, knowing smile,
the way she holds her pairs of cards, the way the artist liberally
applied the paint … I look forward to it each and every night.
I haven’t made much progress, though I am trying. After listening to
the audiobook and watching several versions of the movie, I find the
words opening up to me in a way they never did before. I realize now
that it’s funny, tender at times and sweet. As I’m reading I picture
Jane herself writing, crossing phrases out and struggling to say just
what she intends.
I look forward to our time together next month and hearing what
everyone else thinks of our first foray into the world of Austen.