Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (via vanished)
One of those books that is at once new and familiar every time I read it. The copy I own is now so worn and creased because my sister and I love to return to it and nestle in its pages. I cherish this book because I always come away with something different after reading it. The magic of Pride and Prejudice, in my opinion anyway, lies in its ability to make me notice a scene, emotion, place, or character that I didn’t notice during previous frolics through that world—as well as its ability to remind me of a part that I do know and love and yet still make me feel the way I felt the first time I came across it.