Before Gabe and I met face to face, he sent me a few little gifts....and several embarrassing displays of peonies at my office, over which I feigned "secret admirer", lest I be forced to explain exactly who had sent them. Eventually my officemates unscrambled the puzzle.
One of the first gifts he sent was an early 1900's copy of Jane Austen's Persuasion, a story about missed romantic opportunities, pining and other heart-thumping sub-plots. (Subliminal message much, love?) It's one of the best gifts I've received, especially given that I'd not told Gabe that I love Jane Austen. And it's really the most beautiful book--cognac brown leather, golden-tipped pages and aqua swirled interior. It sat in a prominent spot on my shelf for the past year and I've not yet cracked it with true intent to read. Often I just hold it and wonder why they don't make beautiful books any more.
But now Persuasion sits on my nightstand. I'm attempting to dive in. While there is rewarding romance within the pages, reading Jane Austen is work. It's not an easy-breezy beach read, and often I find my mind has wondered off mid-page.
And, I'm tempted to watch the film first...build an emotional connection with the characters, then tackle the book. But, I realize that's the lazy man's approach to book reading and likely not as rewarding. Or perhaps not?
Do you usually prefer the book or the movie version of storylines? Which do you tackle first--the pages or the theater?
P.S. I finally watched the new Jane Eyre movie this weekend. So fantastic. Cry. Cry. Cry.