So I’m in the middle of writing this pretty senseless feature article on the overkill of Jane Austen cinema, using the recent release of films such as Becoming Jane and The Jane Austen Book Club as my compass. While I’m not saying there should never be a film adaptation of an Austen novel ever again, I am pointing out that there are only six novels to choose from (bonus points if you can name them all without cheating) and it’s starting to feel like kicking a dead, corseted, well-mannered horse. Did you know that there are over 14 television and film versions of Pride and Prejudice alone? It’s crazy!

(Yes, I saw The Jane Austen Book Club. It’s got books. And sex. Of course I saw it, nerds.)

 Sigh. I’ll finish it tomorrow. It’s not due until Friday. Blaaaarrrrrghhhh!