
Persuasion is the last novel written by Jane Austen. Like all of her books it is a story about love, constancy, and the intricacies of the white upper-class in merry old England.
Now these were the good days...meaning that if your family was rich, or even just prestigious, you were set up to do a whole lot of nothing. This is cool because it gave people a lot of time for discussion and made them pay close attention to the implications of even the smallest thing done by their neighbor. It was shitty for the same reason. Nothing went unnoticed or undisclosed. So, in a day filled with nothing but gossip, walks, weather-watching, or knitting you had only your close friends/associates to rely on for real entertainment. Or advice. Or suggests. Or - dare I say it? - Persuasions.
Our main character, Anne, was persuaded that her man wasn't good enough for her by the indifference of her father and sister (who were douchebags, anyway - I've never read about a man who was so concerned with how other men look!) and the negative opinion of her close friend. So, clearly lots of fodder for storytelling there. Time passing. Time passing. Time passing. 8 years later, enter a new love interest: her cousin (I know. That's gross). He likes her, but she doesn't like him, cuz she's like totes into the original guy still, who is all, like, not into her right now because he's still upset that she was, like, persuaded to not be into him before. Gosh.
Anyway, Anne eventually ends up back with the original guy (who made a name for himself and accrued some wealth) after he slips her a note about still being in love with her. Austen loves that bit - having the main man write a note explaining himself. FYI: this almost never happens in real life, ladies. Birds sing happy melodies. Flowers bloom. People spontaneously jump up and down while applauding. In other words - happy ending. Thanks, Jane





