It is a truth universally acknowledged...

If those words set you swooning over the mere thought of Mr Darcy emerging from a lake dripping with sexual tension then read on my friend, for this shall be a tribute to one of my all time favourite reads...

I first read Pride & Prejudice when I was 12 and didn't really get it. Well, let's face it, what experience did I have of such adult emotions? A few years later and a different English Literature teacher and we read it again. Ah, this time I was starting to get it and, you know what, it was actually quite funny too.

Then, A levels came along and guess what - yes, there it was on the syllabus again. Now, we could actually have gone a different route but this was our teacher's favourite book ever and he was totally in love with Elizabeth Bennett, so was he seriously going to forgo the opportunity to swoon over her bosom so his pupils could read something different? Of course not. This time however, something special happened. I too became hooked. I was not in love with Elizabeth Bennett, but I loved her feisty nature, I despaired at her prejudice and poor decision-making and how I yearned alongside her for Mr Darcy.

Well, readers the sun has set a few more times since then and my copy is well thumbed - it gets an airing every year or so and sometimes I just dip a toe in. The BBC adaptation that turned Colin Firth from a 'he looks vaguely familiar' actor into an overnight sex symbol was truly inspired. If I myself had been given the job of casting those roles I doubt I could have bettered the Beeb decision making. I still have a battered video recording. The tape around about the lake scene seems to have got a little stretched over the years - can't think why?

Then, more treats with a cinematic version. I was ready to be a little disappointed here. How, I thought could then condense all that characterisation and turns of plot into 2 hours. Well, they couldn't really. And Keira Knightley playing Elizabeth. Now, while I have nothing against the girl, (I mean this is the second time this week I've given one of her films a plug), she really wasn't suitable casting. Too darn pretty - that's why! Elizabeth, while not plain, was never a striking beauty. Her attractiveness lay within her wit and charm - her feistiness. Saying that though I enjoyed the film, even if the final scene of Elizabeth and Darcy running around in the morning mist was highly dubious!

This piece, a mixed media collage, was created for the Inspiration Avenue challenge 'Books'. I thought I would attempt to bring these two well loved characters to life - lifting them, as Jane Austen manages so admirably, from the pages and into the realms of your imagination. First attempt at drawing a man too - how do you think I did?

Background is ripped old book (not Pride & Prejudice for that would indeed be sacrilege), acrylics, Prismacolour pencils and Derwent Inktense pencils.

If you could ride...

... a magic carpet, where would it take you?

Hmm, an interesting prompt from the Three Muses (who else?).

Well, firstly it would take me to the perfect excuse for posting this painting. I completed her a couple of weeks ago but not shared her beyond these four walls so far. She was inspired by Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire, though she isn't necessarily her. I just wanted to paint an elegant lady with big hair (the Marge Simpson of her day). She is ironically titled 'The Weight of Responsibility'.

And so to the point of the magic carpet. Well, if you've a) seen the film 'The Duchess' with Keira 'far too pretty for her own good' Knightley; and b) like to dress up, then you might start getting a clue. My magic carpet ride would take me to...

Ha... got you. No, not the 18th Century boudoir of a spoilt rich chick, for who after all would wish to be centuries away from modern conveniences of antibiotics, central heating and online shopping? No, dear readers, my carpet (treated with Scotchguard naturally) would transport me to the wardrobe department of the BBC/Paramount production department. Oh imagine what fun it would be to run amok among all those dresses and shoes - and let's not mention the wigs... I think I could be happy for a week there...