Mansfield Park was the last of Austen’s books that I had left to read, and had been meaning to for a long time but had not been able to get my hands on a copy. I knew I would love this book, simply for the fact that it was written by Jane Austen. Austen is one of those writers whose books I enjoy reading just for the language that she used – I have a tendency to start talking like her characters whilst reading her books – as well as the characters that one meets through her books. Yes, they are predictable. You always know that the girl ends up with the guy, and yes, the stories are all very similar, but they’re wonderful at the same time.
So, let’s face it. Even though I knew Crawford was going to turn out to be the Wickham/Willoughby for this novel, I still was rooting for him the whole time. (Perhaps that’s because Edmund is her cousin. I mean, yeah, sure, it was acceptable back then, but now it’s just slightly squicky.) At the same, it’s not like Wickham or Willoughby; both of whom I cannot stand now when I go back to the storeis – I’m still going to completely love Crawford the next time I pull out this book. I mean, yes, he’s not very nice at the beginning or the ending, but the way he treats Fanny through the middle of the book totally makes up for it.
But oh, the best thing about book was the fact that Fanny’s brother is a midshipman-turned-lieutenant! In the happy little world of my imagination, he is of the same crew as Hornblower, Bush or Pellew. Oh yes. In my happy little imagination.