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...but as it is I hope she will forgive me for being a day late. :-/
On July 18th, 1817, Jane Austen died, leaving six wonderful major novels, two unfinished fragments, and countless other writings. She was 41 years old.
I'm quoting directly a lovely quote from a JA biography, shared on Pemberley by another devoted reader whose original post may be found HERE. I think it's beautiful and a fitting tribute.
"To the child for whom books were a refuge, offfering a world that sometimes made better sense than the one she had to find her way about. To the girl whose imagination took off in startling directions as she began to see the possibilities of telling stories of her own. To the energetic young woman who loved dancing and jokes, and dreamt of a husband even as she apprenticed herself to novel-writing with all the force of her intelligence. To the 25-year-old who decided she did not like people and could not write any more, and who was tempted to make a comfortable, loveless marriage and put the temptation behind her. To the loving sister and aunt who always made time for her family even though she would sometimes have preferred to be left to think and write in peace. To the woman who befriended governesses and servants. To the published author in the glow of achievement and mastery of her art. To the dying woman with the courage to resist death by writing in its very teeth. To the person who on occasion preferred to remain silent rather than cut across the views and habits of those she loved, and who kept notes of what people said about her work, to read over to herself."
(A wonderful tribute to JA from 'Jane Austen: A Life' by Claire Tomalin)
I can't ever tell how many countless hours of enjoyment I've had because of her wonderful, delightful stories, and they've also been incredibly inspiring for me in other ways, too. :-) Requiem in Pace, and I hope I get to meet her in heaven. :-)
On July 18th, 1817, Jane Austen died, leaving six wonderful major novels, two unfinished fragments, and countless other writings. She was 41 years old.
I'm quoting directly a lovely quote from a JA biography, shared on Pemberley by another devoted reader whose original post may be found HERE. I think it's beautiful and a fitting tribute.
"To the child for whom books were a refuge, offfering a world that sometimes made better sense than the one she had to find her way about. To the girl whose imagination took off in startling directions as she began to see the possibilities of telling stories of her own. To the energetic young woman who loved dancing and jokes, and dreamt of a husband even as she apprenticed herself to novel-writing with all the force of her intelligence. To the 25-year-old who decided she did not like people and could not write any more, and who was tempted to make a comfortable, loveless marriage and put the temptation behind her. To the loving sister and aunt who always made time for her family even though she would sometimes have preferred to be left to think and write in peace. To the woman who befriended governesses and servants. To the published author in the glow of achievement and mastery of her art. To the dying woman with the courage to resist death by writing in its very teeth. To the person who on occasion preferred to remain silent rather than cut across the views and habits of those she loved, and who kept notes of what people said about her work, to read over to herself."
(A wonderful tribute to JA from 'Jane Austen: A Life' by Claire Tomalin)
I can't ever tell how many countless hours of enjoyment I've had because of her wonderful, delightful stories, and they've also been incredibly inspiring for me in other ways, too. :-) Requiem in Pace, and I hope I get to meet her in heaven. :-)
