12/ 20/ 2012
A rainy day in NYC
Life size holiday card
12/ 16/ 2012
This was my first time reading Northanger Abbey. I haven’t watched any of the film adaptations either and it was exciting to begin this book with absolutely no idea of what was going to happen.
Here’s a fun fact for you: Jane wrote NA in her early twenties and sold it in 1803 to a publisher. However, for whatever reason, it wasn’t published until 1817. I find this fascinating. I really enjoyed reading an earlier writing style of Jane, like before she become mega-famous. It’s clear that Austen didn’t edit this novel as thoroughly as her other titles—I loved this too. I was reading a more youthful and playful work by Austen, one that was less polished and reflected a different type of maturity.
12/ 08/ 2012
I really enjoy Instagraming pictures, so I’ve decided to start sharing my photos with you—welcome to the first of many “My Week in Instagram.”
My mom and I watch A Charlie Brown Christmas every year. Paper-mached Snoopy… enough said.
A christmas tree street stand in the East Village.
Sipping a almond hot chocolate at Berkli Parc on the Lower East Side.
12/ 02/ 2012
Jane Austen’s work never seizes to make my day better. She’s sassy, witty and writes honestly. I like that in an author. Plus she’s a total feminist but in a classy way. Currently, I’m reading Northanger Abbey and I’ve been struck by an intriguing notion; I finally understand my qualms with love. After years and years of reading Miss Austen’s tales, watching films of her stories, researching Regency England and being the ultimate nerd by carrying a Jane Austen tote bag, I’ve realized she’s to blame. When it comes to matters of the heart, I’ve been brainwashed by Jane Austen.
Jane Austen—my hero/mind manipulator
