The Jane Austen Book Club

Muito giro, mesmo bom para se ver numa tarde de domingo chuvosa a comer pipocas.



Prudie Drummond: I'm in love with one of my students. I mean, nothing's happened, much. It could if I let it... I fantasize about him constantly.
Bernadette: Sweetie, your mother died. This is grief.
Prudie Drummond: He looks at me like he's the spoon, and I'm this dish of ice cream.