Persuaded

Persuaded is Misty Pulsipher's second Jane Austen retelling and I enjoyed every word of it!

It is the modern day version of Persuasion and is true to the original novel well beloved by Austen fans the world over.

Ms. Pulsipher has this amazing ability to sink us into the story and hearts of the characters that make us sigh with happiness, just as if we'd slipped on our favorite pair of jeans still warm from the dryer.

But with the modern twist, the old story feels fresh and new, like a revered treasure being rediscovered with brilliance of color and phrasing.

The characters are well crafted and charming, even when the object is not to like them. Motives are discerned with ease. The ending is already known, but still you turn the pages in anticipation.

One of the reasons Jane Austen's novels are still popular so many years later is because of the universal appeal of the characters and the emotional journey we take with them each time we read the books. The same may be said of Ms. Pulsipher's Persuaded. You'll want to read it again and again.

Often an author's latest book is better than her last, but I love both Persuaded and Pride's Prejudice equally.In 2013 Pride's Prejudice was one of my favorite reads, and I'm thrilled to add Persuaded to this year's list of fave books for 2014.

I desperately wanted to read this in one sitting but life and responsibilities limited my desire. Beware that once you start this book, you'll be hard pressed to put it down.

A delightful clean romance to satisfy your heart.

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Hanna Elliot had worn the ring faithfully at first. Some part of her still clung to the hope that all was not lost. As the days turned into weeks, she finally took it off and set it atop her dresser. When weeks gave way to months, the ring finally went back into its box, where it gathered dust until it was moved to Hanna’s unmentionables drawer. For the first few years, she had taken it out on the anniversary of the day she’d received it, allowing herself to wallow in what might have been. 

She had been all but stamped out of Derick Wentworth’s mind. 
Sure, he thought about her occasionally, especially on cloudless nights when he lay on the bow of the Laconia looking up at the stars. But as time went on, Derick began to feel grateful that it hadn’t worked out, for one thing was certain: if he ever did settle down, it would be with someone who knew her own mind. Someone who went after the thing she wanted without hesitation. Someone who would never allow herself to be persuaded otherwise.