Yours Faithfully, Amanda

December 7, 2018 Dear Jane, At this point, it is utterly ridiculous that I have not finished recounting my tales of England from this past AUGUST (I am truly ashamed), but I am determined to finish never-the-less. After all, it is never too late to tell your favorite, 18th-century authoress about your holiday that took place five months prior. So without further ado, I give you: England Part Five. When last I left you, Rachael and I had arrived in York, checked into the Black Swan Inn and partook in a delightful ghost tour of the city with our guide, Mark. To be sure, our trip was going too fast; I couldn't believe we only had a few days left. I found myself being every bit as dramatic as Mary Crawford when she exclaimed the above quotation in Mansfield Park . I wanted time to stop so I could stay in York forever! Unfortunately, however, Rachael and I WERE dictated by a watch and the next day was Monday, the sixth of August (exactly five months ago as of yesterday...how for...

February 17, 2014 
Dear Jane, 
As you very well know, this is a quote from one of your letters to Fanny Knight (your niece) on 13 March 1817, and it truly made me laugh aloud (for it is painfully true)! This quote has inspired me to comprise a letter solely dedicated to both your wittiest and most romantic accounts of love throughout your letters and novels, and as Saint Valentine's Day was only three days ago, the subject of love is still quite relevant. Additionally, although I did not receive any fine poems of love from young gentlemen or obtain an invitation to a ball at the pump room in Bath, I can still appreciate an agreeable love quotation (especially one written by you) every now and again! Before I begin, I wanted to tell you that I came across the above-mentioned quotation on the cover of a fantastic book that I purchased about a week ago in a sad, little town called Roanoke, Virginia. It is entitled, The Wicked Wit of Jane Austen , and it may very well...