Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.
Page 1, Chapter 1, Emma.
Emma strikes me as a bit of a mythic beast. Raised with a silver spoon in her mouth and given what she desires, how can she be so pleasant?
The first few pages have passed quickly. Perhaps I can finish the entire novel this weekend.