Why am I ever amazed at the wit in Jane Austen‘s novels? Austen’s novel Sense and Sensibility is just as endearing as Pride and Prejudice (one of my absolute favorite novels). It’s no surprise that Austen’s strong female protagonists are a favorite of women the world round.
Sense and Sensibility focuses on the Dashwood sisters roughly around the time of their father’s death. In his will, Mr. Dashwood leaves his home and the entirety of his wealth to his son [and half-brother of the Miss Dashwoods] John. John is pompous and his wife talks him out of giving his sisters their fair share of his father’s wealth to live on.
John’s brother-in-law Edward comes to stay at their home and develops a close relationship with the eldest Miss Dashwood: Elinor. The Dashwood sisters and their mother move out of their home [away from John & his greedy wife] to Devonshire near their cousin Sir John.
Marianne [the middle Dashwood sister] falls in love with a young man named John Willoughby, who inevitably ends up jolting the emotionally driven young lady. Both sisters struggle separately (and quite differently) in their budding romances.
The interesting parts of this novel are not in the entanglements of romance, but in the ways each sister deals with her own grief and heartache, one silently and one publicly. Not as good as Pride and Prejudice, but endearing characters all the same.