Pride and Prejudice

Following in the footsteps of many writers before me (including my favorite, Shannon Hale, whom I have loved since  before the Goose Girl had any sequels) I would like to commemorate Jane Austen. I have had many a fond experience with her. It's not many a child who can say they bunked class to hide in the library and read her work. I wont lie, I bunked class many times after that for less amiable reasons but I bunked my very first time to hide in a corner and read Pride and Prejudice. They used to let you read in the library during lunch in Middle School but I guess High School is not supposed to encourage learning and so you had to be a sneak about it. In Middle School I spent every lunch in the library. I called my librarian "Goddess" and in return she would let me go back to class late with a note excusing me. But I am getting off topic.
I have recently found a new reason to love Jane Austen; the movie version of Pride and Prejudice. Now I'm not implying I haven't seen it before now but my feelings towards it are reborn. For clarity, I am talking about the Keira Knightley version.
I don't remember packing it for college but there it was, in one of my boxes while unpacking. I have, since then, watched it 4 times. My new reason for loving it is this: when I was hopelessly alone in a new place with no one there to talk to and no one I knew around, I knew the characters in this movie. They were the only people I knew here and so my mind keeps begging to run away with them and I unhealthily oblige. Now, if you'll excuse me I must go do so once more before bed.