It is a truth universally acknowledged that every
second-hand bookshop, book-swap shelf and charity website will throw copies of Pride and Prejudice at you for no more
than 50p.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that Jane Austen is
kind of a big deal – I mean, after all she is on the 10£ note.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that Pride and Prejudice is for a lot of its
readers one of the greatest books ever written, that its reflections on
marriage, love and class are deep and still really quite current.
For me, though, it is a truth personally acknowledged that
this book has very few surprises and that is ultimately, well, fairly boring.
And I apologize for this opinion of mine to all its admirers.
