In 2022, to honour a drunken deal, my sister-in-law and I bought each other copies of books we admire greatly. So she received some Kathleen Jamie, and I ended up with the complete novels of bloody Jane Austen. There was no way I was going to read all of those in one go, so I decided to read one novel a year. In 2022 I read Sense and Sensibility, and in 2023 I read Pride and Prejudice.
They're basically the same novel.
In Pride and Prejudice, over-privileged toffs worry about how much money each of them is worth, and about being seen to be conducting themselves with decorum. Mr Darcy is full of pride, and Elizabeth Bennet is full of prejudice against him. But (spoiler alert) they eventually resolve their differences, as you knew damn well they would.
I can't begin to imagine how Mansfield Park might turn out.
…Oh, actually, I can.