Becoming Jane

I watched Becoming Jane for the first time last night.  Sleep was evading me and this movie has been on my DVR for some time.  I have to admit, this movie has been started at least 5 times and I just couldn't get past the first 10-15 minutes.  It didn't capture me.

I am so glad I decided to give it a proper go.  I can't even remember the last time I cried during a movie, and there were many moments in this movie that were worthy of at least a few tears. 

It felt good, I feel cleansed.  Why do our souls feel purged after crying over just a movie? 

I am in the mood to do a Jane Austen marathon, movies and books.  I might need to beg John to buy me a VHS player (he feels this is taking a step backwards in technology) just so I can watch my box set of Pride & Prejudice.

I have never read Mansfield Park.  This book has been bumped up to next on my list to purchase.

This scene in particular had me riveted.  Watching it back now, I am not so sure it is as captivating just on it's own, but I thought I might as well post it anyways.  I could feel the tension in the room as I sat snuggled on my couch.  Oh that moment when their eyes locked... sigh.

On a side note, I feel the need to share with you photos of my favorite mug.