On Thursdays, I'm able to take my time getting up since class starts at 11:00. This morning was particularly pleasant as I had the pleasure of spending an hour visiting the elegant grounds of Pemberley.

WAIT A MINUTE.

That's not my style of writing haha. As is evident, I'm rather influenced by Jane Austen's language. I mean, who wouldn't be captivated by the way she portrays the late 1700's? This is of course, putting aside the ridiculous social hierarchy and almost total ignorance of women's life beyond marriage. But, I'm not writing about Jane Austen's humorous views of society. At least, not in this post.

Whenever I read, I get really involved in the reality of the story. Believe me when I say really involved. I start thinking the same way as the narrator, believing the maliciousness of the antagonists, and feeling just like the main character. I get very emotionally attached to the heroes and heroines. For example, last year, I regarded Emma Woodhouse of Hartfield from Emma as a close friend whom I'd known for years. And now, I can't help but fall for the alluring (and might I add filthy rich) Mr. Darcy all over again.

I have noted from my very first post that I'm mad, so yes, I do find friends and lovers amongst fictitious people.