The Burr in the Burgh

Before there was The Devil Wears Prada or Bridget Jones's Diary, there was Jane Austen. While I've never read an Austen novel, I do tend to enjoy the movies and BBC productions based on them. Hey, at least I'm comfortable enough with my manhood to admit it.

The other night, my wife and I watched the recent version of Pride & Prejudice and I thought it was terrific. Read my wife's thoughts on the matter here. Yes, it's all that romantic, falling-in-love, gooey stuff. But it is also so much more.

Austen really knew how to put words together. I just love listening the sound of the dialogue.

Speaking of reading classic romance, I've decided to take
Anna Karenina with me as my travel read on my upcoming mission trip to Siberia. It's a 17 hour plane trip there. Then there'll be several days aboard the trans-siberian railway. And another marathon flight home.

I have high expectations for ol' Tolstoy. Maybe, just maybe, there'll be a gunfight or a car chase or zombies or at least bad guys with gruesome facial scars, stuff a guy like me can appreciate. If not, I'll settle for exquisite writing.