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My heroine

I'm on a bit of a Jane Austen kick lately. I don't know exactly what prompted it, but it might be that Jeremy almost bought me the new Pride & Prejudice movie for Valentine's Day. But then he couldn't find it at Costco or Target and it ended up being the thought that counted.

I've read all of her books, except Lady Susan, at least once. And I've seen all the movies, including the A&E/BBC productions, and even that dreadful adaptation of Northanger Abby that came out a decade or so ago.

I finished reading Mansfield Park the other day, and now I've started on Persuasion.

I took this quiz online and got the following result:

I am Anne Elliot!

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I think I can live with that. If nothing else, Amanda Root was a fantastic Anne.

But then I took this quiz, and it came up with:

Which Jane Austen heroine are you?
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So who knows. Somehow, I'm rational with a strong sense of duty, but I am also emotional, dramatic, and passionate. The clincher, though, might be this: my favorite scene in an Austen movie, ever, is definitely the part in Sense & Sensibility where Marianne cries after Willoughby on a rainy English hilltop.

Marianne Dashwood it is.

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