It all started with a set of abridged classics.
Ever diligent about buying me books, my mother sat them in front of me at some point. I don't know where she got them. I don't know why, for that matter; my mom was never a devotee of British classics herself. But seeing that I had become an avid reader, in elementary school she bought me a set of abridged illustrated classics. It included usual suspects--Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre, Dickens' major works, etc.--and I will never be able to know exactly why, but I fell in love with them. I carried them with me on every car ride and read them aloud to myself in my room. When I discovered the existence of the original, more advanced versions, I took them up eagerly. In that sense, classic literature occupies a special place in my heart because it was one of the ways by which I learned how to read. It was the first genre that introduced me to the joy of immersing myself in a different reality just by turning pages and putting words together.
As I entered middle school and the students around me picked up Twilight h On a sick day from school, I discovered the 2005 Pride and Prejudice adaptation. A few weeks later on TCM, I would see the 1943 adaptation of Jane Eyre starring Joan Fontaine and Orson Welles, which would lead me to an interest in black and white film. Another world opened, a world of artistic interpretation, of literature blended with cinema studies, of analyzing how filmmakers' translated the text through casting, scripting, and cinematography. That was the beginning of 'fandom.' And like most fanatics, I was irrevocably hooked.
No matter where I've gone throughout my life, my love of classic literature has stayed with me. I can credit British lit with leading me to a lot of my other interests and passions, even the ones that seem disconnected. Even as I've grown away from it as an area of research and academic study, it is always something to which I can come home. There's nothing quite like the small joy and feeling of comfort that accompanies settling in bed after a long week and selecting which version of Jane Eyre to watch, or picking up my weathered copy of North & South to skim or reread on a lazy, rainy day. In the midst of graduate school, this website is another way of coming back to what calms me and rediscovering what it looks like to share and write for fun.
Lit Lovers & Corset Laces is my second go-round in blogging, but this time there is better writing, more ideas, and even more fun. Welcome lit lovers. Let's begin.