I pick up Emma. “Does this mean you actually like Jane Austen?” We’re still studying Pride and Prejudice in class. It’s soul-destroying, and not in a good way. Do not read it. He tilts his head as if it’s a deeply serious question. “You sound surprised.” “I am. Pride and Prejudice is dreadful. I can barely get past the first chapter.” “Why’s that?” “It’s the literary equivalent of a poorly cast rom-com.”
