Marianne Dashwood

 I am very fond of Marianne! Though I am afraid she wouldn't approve of me. I do not like sad endings (To die for love, what could be more glorious?, Maybe to live for love?) I do not play an instrument (well, guitar isn't really one of her kind of instrument), and my admiration for those who do is usually limited to silent observation or vague compliments. I do not go into raptures at the site of a picturesque landscape, only once in my memory has a view taken my breath away. I have no talent for drawing or painting, and I am afraid my taste resembles that of Mr. Ferrers, which she did not approve.
  Anyway, I digress.  Moving on to what this post is about.
 I watched Sense & Sensibility  the other day with my niece, who is three by the way, a girl after my own heart. In the very beginning, before Mrs. Jennings catches on, I love to watch Marianne and Col. Brandon interact.(especially when he tells Margaret exactly what she wants to hear about the West Indies when Sir John doesn't)
 He is a gentleman through and through. She is a smiling, lovely young woman. He is in love, and she has found a sensible friend, who, even if she cannot feel is her equal in sensibility, can at least respect his quiet admiration. I am firmly of the opinion that had it not been for Mrs. Jennings interference, (and of course, Willoughby) she would have fallen in love with Brandon. I do not think it would have been a "burning passion" like she had for Willoughby. It would have began as a beautiful friendship and blossomed into love. It would have been deep, lasting, and true (You know, just like it was in the end, only sooner).  Of course, had this been the case, we would not have such a wonderful, beautiful, romantic, witty, and amazing story to read today.

P.S. I wasn't away for as long as I'd thought to be. After my last post I just hunkered down (excuse the phrase, but it describes perfectly what I did) and figured things out. Plus my dad fixed my almost-broken computer! So, I am back!