‘‘You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you
I should have posted this last month but my brain is buzzing. I was thinking a lot of different things at the same time and my schedule was crazy!
I am not really into classics, whoops! but I promise myself to give it a try. It all started when I read To Kill A Mockingbird. I started to buy Jane Austen's books out of curiosity. What is it like to read a classic novel? I don't want to make a book review, I'm afraid I might not give the justice it deserves. I'm not good with reviews but below is my thoughts about the book.
Anne was engaged to Captain Frederick Wentworth however she was persuaded by her friend Lady Russell to broke off her engagement with him. Anne decided to end the relationship due to family's pressure and rejection. The family's rejection was because of Wenthworth's lack of fortune and position in the society. Eight years after, Anne and Wentworth met again but in a totally different atmosphere. Anne longs for Wentworth. Frederick Wentworth thought he does not care or love Anne. Surprisingly, he loves Anne even more after all the years had gone by. This story is about social class and second chances. I had a hard time getting through some of the narrative but I just keep on reading. This is the sweetest part of the book. I almost cried of Frederick Wenworth's letter to Anne.
“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W.
Sometimes we are persuaded by others in our decisions in life. Whether we go with it or make our own, it's up to us.