She Nodded, Jotting Something In Her Notebook.

To Remain Alone Did Not Seem To Me A Terrible Fate, No Worse Than Being Falsely Joined To Another Person.

I Had The Fleeting Thought Then That We Are Each Of Us Pathetic In One Way Or Another, And The Trick Is To Marry A Person Whose Patheticness You Can Tolerate.

Is The Depressing Part That He's Only Half Right - It's Not That She Doesn't Need Rescuing But That Nobody Else Will Be Able To Do It? She Has Always Somehow Known That She Is The One Who Will Have To Rescue Herself. Or Maybe What's Depressing Is That This Knowledge Seems Like It Should Make Life Easier, And Instead It Makes It Harder.

I Was 16 Years Old, Attending Boarding School, And I Loved Pride And Prejudice. From The Opening Pages, I Loved It. And I Will Say In My Class, Not One But Two Boys Told Me That I Reminded Them Of Lizzy Bennet. I Didn't Realize It At The Time But This Was The Nicest Thing That Any Male Would Ever Say To Me. This Was As Good As It Got.

I Think I Would Have Liked To Have Been A Twin... Sometimes My Sisters And I Get Mistaken For Twins, And I Always Take It As A Compliment.