I am a woman obsessed. The object of my obsession? Pride and Prejudice, the movie. I don't know what it is with this movie, but as I sit here and watch it for, oh, the 20th time, I realize I may have an issue. This is the movie I watch when I'm feeling depressed, tired or sick. I watched it day after day last summer. Then I read the book.
Last night I made the mistake of popping it in while I laid on the couch feeling miserable (thanks allergies!) and now I'm finishing it. And reading the book again.
If only there was a sequel...I need to see Darcy and Lizzy happily together for more than five minutes.
Is there some kind of group therapy for this affliction?