A while ago, I read this post on one of my favorite blogs about a book club that this blogger will be starting. She’s a New Yorker and I plan on attending. It will be a bunch of people I don’t know, but isn’t that what makes life fun.

All my life I thought that the story was over when the hero and heroine were safely engaged–after all, what’s good enough for Jane Austen ought to be good enough for anyone. But it’s a lie. The story is about to begin, and every day will be a new piece of the plot.

Isn’t that a lovely thought?

There’s another one that I also loved, probably because it was exactly what I needed to hear at that moment:

Think of it! We could have gone on longing for one another and pretending not to notice forever. This obsession with dignity can ruin your life if you let it. 

And finally, this one that just perfectly articulated how I feel about marriage:

I don’t want to be married just to be married. I can’t think of anything lonelier than spending the rest of my life with someone I can’t talk to, or worse, someone I can’t be silent with.

If you’re looking for something to read that is both well written and absolutely delightful with brilliant characters, I highly recommend this book.