A few years ago, I read Captain Wentworth's Persuasion, a persuasion re-telling that includes bother prequel and sequel. I thought it was amazing. I went back and reread it this year and the writing is ... well, I'll let any brave new readers judge for themselves. But I still love reading my favorite book from my favorite male character's perspective.
Aw, it’s always a bit of a bittersweet moment to go back and realize books we used to love are a bit...less than we remembered them. But we can still love them for what they once meant to us, and whatever good remains. :)













