The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

It is only a novel… or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language.

Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

The novels we read allow us to encounter possible persons, versions of ourselves that we would never see, never permit ourselves to see, never permit ourselves to become, in places we can never go and might not care to, while assuring that we get to return home again.

Thomas C. Foster

Every novel is an attempt to capture time, to weave something solid out of air. The author knows it is an impossible task – that is why he keeps on trying.

David Beaty

About audrey harrison

Audrey was born about two hundred years too late. She wants to belong to a time when men were men and women could dress as women and do things like float, simper and sigh. In the real world she has always longed to write, having recently rediscovered the manuscript she wrote aged fourteen. Work, marriage and children got in the way as they do and it was only when an event at work landed her in hospital that she decided to take stock. One Voluntary Redundancy later, she found that the words and characters came to the forefront and the writing began in earnest. Her ideal would be to write Regency Romances, but some more modern characters are insisting on being heard, so there is an element of differing timelines involved when she sits down to write. So, although at home more these days, the housework is still neglected and tea is still late on the table, but she has an understanding family, who usually shake their heads at her and sigh. That is a sign of understanding, isn't it?
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