Second (read 100th) Time Round

If there is one thing that you should know about me, it is this: I tend to re-read books that I have already read. And each time it’s like the first time.  One book that I absolutely love going back to without any shame is, Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. I’m not going to dwell on the characters. You know it already. Rather, I will talk about the first time I read this book.


I was in 10th grade, and if you know anything about India, you’ll know that it is THE most important year of the average Indian student’s life. 10th grade is what O.W.L.S. mean in the Harry Potter world.


Anyway, I was in tenth grade and that meant I was not allowed to read any books other than my textbooks. Which would obviously mean that I would have had to smuggle novels into the house and hide them in the medicine cabinet in the toilet and read them when the rest of the house was asleep. Oh! I am telling you, the toilet is the best place in the whole wide world, to read a book during the darkest hours of the night.


I had just finished with the seventh and last book in the Harry Potter series and was on the verge of going into deep depression thinking that I had nothing else to look forward to. And then I had this chapter in History, which was about literature and  this Jane Austen woman and her wit was mentioned. I was about to roll my eyes when I read the next line in my text-book which cited the opening line of the novel as an example of Jane Austen’s wit:


It is a truth universally acknowledged that, a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of wife.


I was thunderstruck. I will not say that this quote changed my life, or that it was like an epiphany to me. Honestly, I don’t think I truly understood the irony of this sentence until I was eighteen, when I re-read this book again. I am 21 years old now. To this day, there are just THREE opening lines that I know by heart:


#1 : It was the best of times, It was the worst of times … from A Tale of Two Cities the first classic novel i ever read, and to this day this line has stayed with me.


#2 : the one I just mentioned before, from Pride and Prejudice


#3 : Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of  number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. From Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone


So yea. I am girl who loves to re-read books. And Pride and Prejudice ONE among the many. And A Tale of Two Cities and Harry Potter series are right behind Austen. 🙂






4 thoughts on “Second (read 100th) Time Round”

  1. is shown to be nearly as unjust as France. But his warning is addressed not to the British lower classes, but to the aristocracy. He repeatedly uses the metaphor of sowing and reaping; if the aristocracy continues to plant the seeds of a revolution through behaving unjustly, they can be certain of harvesting that revolution in time. The lower classes do not have any agency in this metaphor: they simply react to the behaviour of the aristocracy. In this sense it can be said that while Dickens sympathises with the poor, he identifies with the rich: they are the book’s audience, its “us” and not its “them”. “Crush humanity out of shape once more, under similar hammers, and it will twist itself into the same tortured forms. Sow the same seed of rapacious licence and oppression over again, and it will surely yield the same fruit according to its kind”.

  2. I love Austen, I have read Emma and Sense and Sensibility but Pride remains my favorite. I read it for the first time too in my 10th grade and I re-read it periodically. Not only that, I think I have watched all possible movie versions of this book. 🙂

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