Jane

Last night I went and saw Becoming Jane with a couple of friends. It was okay. Nothing to write in your blog about...er...well here I am blogging. It really tried to hard to make something out of nothing. And frankly, Anne Hathaway was way way way too emaciated to play Jane Austen. Is it wrong that her collar bones were bigger than her breasts?

But what's really sad is that the author of my favorite love stories died young, single and alone. The very last sentence of the movie was, "Jane Austen and her sister never married and died young." (or something along those lines) How tragic! I turned to my friend and said, "Oh help me God!" If Jane Austen can't even get married...