Okay, so I have been officially obsessed with this over the last few days. Almost as obsessed as I was over Twilight (a phase which I do not regret, yet am still slightly ashamed of), which, I have to admit, was pretty bad at one point.
This particular obsession was started when my sister and myself gave my mother the box set of the BBC TV mini-series, which, I must say, is clearly the better out of the two versions (ie. the mini-series versus the 2005 movie version) and is made better by the presence of Colin Firth (swoon).
I have been subconciously striving to speak and act in a way typical to the period, and read the book over again just to get my dose. At this point I should also confess to the fact I watched the entire series (that's SIX hours) in one day. And then over again the next day.
I am not ashamed of this obsession, considering the amount of people who are likewise enthralled by Jane Austen's most well-known book. Maybe I'll watch it again today.