Instead, a whole day of screen adaptations of Jane Austen books are going to be shown in the drawing room, followed by a series of discussions. First up on the list, and scheduled for right after breakfast, is the movie adaptation of Pride and Prejudice, starring Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen. I decide to pass. It’s a great movie, and Matthew Macfadyen is a babe, but I’ve seen it on DVD twice already. And anyway, I don’t feel in the mood for watching a movie. To be honest, I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate on anything for thinking about last night. But not the parts I want to think about. Like, for example, my moonlight ride with Darcy, how he recited poetry to me, that delicious moment when everything sort of stopped and he was about to kiss me, Spike calling me a bitch— See! It’s done it again. That’s exactly what I’m talking about. As soon as I try to think about my evening with Mr Darcy my mind veers off course and snaps back to what happened with Spike.
