An Open Book

I haven't blogged in a week. That is a long time, and that also means I'm falling behind on my commitment to blog. Anyways, last week I finished Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility. It was a wonderful book, but it got me thinking about a lot of things. One of the main reasons, was because a Character reminded me so much of myself that it was scary. Her name, Elinor.

She was the type that hurts inside and doesn't make a big deal of it. She waited for her love silently and patiently. But it was more than these things, it was her whole personality. While reading it, I wondered if she was only the way she was because she felt like she had to be for the sake of her family's honor. Or because of her sister's personality. I really connected with her, and I knew my answer. She only pretended to be something completely socially acceptable, while inside she was a rebel. She wanted so bad to go against society and to tell Edward that she loved him, but her sense of propriety wouldn't let her, so she took her hand in life and dealt with it emotionless on the outside, but full of thought and sorrow on the inside.

Which also begged the question, is it better to have sense, or sensibility? There is a difference between the two, being:
Sense -  sound mental capacity and understanding typically marked by shrewdness and practicality; also : agreement with or satisfaction of such power.


Sensibility - : refined or excessive sensitiveness in emotion and taste with especial responsiveness to the pathetic


Is a perfect balance most desirable? 


What does Elinor really have? I believe she was sense on the outside and sensibility on the inside, but that is for class discussion to decide I guess. 


I've rambled long enough on things that most people don't care about, so till tomorrow my friends.