It never fails.
Just when I'm feeling pretty good about the world in general, I walk into a video store and -- based on the covers alone -- despair over the state of humanity. Egads, there are some true horrors among those new releases.
But, still, there are shards of hope, lovely things to pull from the shelves and take home (yes, we're the last known humans not ordering videos from the comfort of our home, via Netflix) and gaze upon, worlds in which to immerse ourselves for the evening, helping us to forget that the cover of "Saw, Part Whatever" is lurking out there.
Becoming Jane was sweet, lovely and quite romantic, if perhaps historically inaccurate and very sad. But, the best part is, I have a husband who said, "Do you want to watch Becoming Jane?"
Oh, yes, my dear. I did.
And, if only Jane Austen had found her own Atticus, who knows what might have become of her? She might have been too continually charmed to write all those books.