It's her 245th birthday!
Jane Austen was born on the sixteenth of December in 1775 in the middle of a blizzard.
I bought myself this copy of Jane Austen's letters as a gift for her birthday. (Haha.)
Although she was acting in her and her family’s best interests, Cassandra's burning of Jane Austen’s letters is one of the biggest travesties in the world of literature.
Her work speaks for herself, but I’m a JA fangirl, and if there’s one thing I love, it’s knowing what she was really thinking.
I found this book tucked away at The Open Book in Richmond while taking a lovely group on the London Bookshop Crawl back in February 2020.
Of course I haven’t read it yet, so this is a good chance to sit down and enjoy what letters do remain!
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