Though it seems like the quietest of her novels, I truly believe this is Austen at her highest power- her most authentic. It was her final book, and the maturity of age along with a sense of time running out is unmistakable.
But don't seek out the high spirited brashness of Lizzie Bennet, or the genteel haughtiness (hottie-ness) of Mr. Darcy in these pages. Here you will find the unlikely strength and quiet determination of Anne Elliot; and the kindness and (eventual) fierce constancy of Captain Wentworth. Hands down, he is the Austen man you want.
Regret and jealousy; the heartbreak of missed opportunities; the joy of second chances; and the exhilaration of love, finally found. It's bittersweet, and beautiful. Read it.
