When I'm in a massive reading slump, it seems that the only way to escape is to 1) borrow a book that I MUST read because now I'm obligated, or 2) re-read an old favorite. I don't remember how many times I've read this book; I love it every time. It's familiar enough to be comfortable, but there are still YEET moments where I'm on the edge of my seat. I wish Austen had written at least 5 sequel volumes.