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Jane Austen's History of England... or rather, Amanda's...

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May 2, 2017 Dear Jane, It has turned out to be yet another rather gray day, but I must confess that I am not at all upset by this is as these kind of days are my favourite sort. In truth, it is the perfect weather for being at home, curled up with a good book and a hot cup of tea. But alas, I am at work so I cannot enjoy such comforts at the moment. (Although I sound less than thrilled to be at work, I am quite aware that employment is a good thing, Jane. It just so happens that working really is the only way  to make money if one is not as wealthy as, say, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy.) A lovely view... Now then, I wish to tell you of a lovely,"Austenesque" Sunday I had this weekend past. It all began when my mother and I decided to partake in a long walk in the early afternoon (despite the threat of darkening clouds). Now, it had been some time since I visited a particularly lovely wooded area which overlooks a reservoir so I figured it would be the perfect opportunity t...

Remembering Jane

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July 18, 2016 Dear Jane, Although it saddens me to pen a letter to you on this day, the 199th anniversary of your untimely passing, it also gives me great joy as so many admirers are paying tribute to your extraordinary life and talent. As a faithful Janeite, I would be remiss if I did not do so as well. Now, as I often find myself writing short poems to express my feelings, it should come as no surprise to you that I was inspired to write one this morning to commemorate this bittersweet occasion. It is as follows: Remembering Jane A watercolor of you painted by your beloved sister, Cassandra. By: Amanda Forker How we wish we could have met you, Our dearest Jane Austen, For in all of your stories, We find ourselves lost in. We thank you for the heroines, And the fine heroes you wrote, For on them your loyal Janeites, Will surely always dote. Miss Austen, you have bewitched us, Both body and soul, And because of your novels, We Janeites are whole. So we remem...