My dearest Miss Jane Austen,
As much as I must stick to formality I wish I could call you as I do in my head as simply “Jane”. But decorum dictates that I address you, as the younger daughter, as “Miss Jane Austen” instead of simply “Miss Austen”. I have imagined many conversations that we might have engaged in on many a dreary afternoon. Conversations on the merits of women and the ill-temperedness of men. Conversations of heartbreak and love. But none of this is really the purpose of my letter. I wish to both thank and scold you.
You have raised my standards to impossible heights. For what man can hope to be a Knightly? Who can hope to find a “Bingley”? And what of the charming and witty Tilney?


Darcy never particularly appealed to me but mostly because it took him so long to do anything. Knightly was steadily there. Bingley was openly fascinated and in love. Tilney flirted and teased from the start. But I will give you that you wrote Darcy perfectly for Lizzie. But I digress.
I feel the need to scold you for giving me these thoughts and wishes. These men may have very real character flaws but they still ended up in perfectly happy marriages. You’ve made me wistful for the charmed life these characters lead. And yet, as a 21st century woman, I am not at all fascinated by chamber pots, pumping my own water, or the lack of internet.
More than scold you, and even that I do in the most kind of ways, I wish to thank you. You have perfectly set my heart at ease. For though I often use your books for escape, I find myself in many of your female characters.
Most people would believe me to be an Emma. Self assured. Proud. In control. Wanting to tell others what they should do for romance while staying far from it myself.

But I find myself drawn to her relationship with her friends. They see how silly she can be and yet they forgive and love her. Knightly can scold her and yet she can bear it well. She cares deeply.
I have always had a fondness for Katherine Morland. Her love of novels. Her silly nature. Her naive understanding of the world.

And yet the Tilney’s adore her. She stands up under great scrutiny. She learns things the hard way but the point is she learns! Mr. Tilney loves her in spite of her silliness. He loves her for her naivete! I can relate to wanting that.
Look at Anne Elliot! Ignored by her family but coming alive around others! Look at who she can be with the military men and the Musgroves! She is proven worthy of love!

Look at how she blooms in the time away from her family! She shows, in her interactions with Harville, that she is clever and can hold her own. Though her family may not recognize her value, as shown through her Father and sisters, everyone else thinks her capable and important. I love her.
Elinor and Marianne Dashwood make beautifully splendid juxtaposition. I immediately relate to Marianne. Passionate and wanting everyone around me to feel that same passion. Refusing to be silenced! And yet, she finds that under the quiet care of a patient and loving man her edges are smoothed and her world is righted.


Elinor finds that emotion is not always a bad thing. She brings rightness to the world around her. By her presence there is peace in their cottage. I wish to be both of these women.
And now for Lizzie and Jane. You named her after yourself. I wonder if this is because you wish you could have her life? Did you write yourself a happy ending? I’m not sure, but I love Jane. Her ability to see good in all people. I love Lizzie. Her devotion to her family and her ability to see past her mother’s silliness. She has to endure a lot to finally realize she was wrong, but when she realizes it, she admits it.

I wish I was the perfect conglomeration of all these women. They are not the best of women but I think they reveal something about the heart of a woman. That she is fierce, loyal, and important. That there is beauty to be found in the quietest of us, Anne, and the loudest of us, Emma and Lizzie. So thank you My dearest Miss Jane Austen. You have added beauty to my world and given me women to aspire to be.
-B











