Lydia Bennett Diary Entry Essay
Dear Diary,
I am Lydia Bennett, the youngest amongst the five Bennett sisters. I am fifteen years old today, and this journal was a precious gift from Mary. But to be honest, I awaited more of a better gift from her, I never wanted pieces of paper! She already knew that I’ve always wanted her jade earrings, the ones I have wanted forever, the ones that I feel almost rich in! She says that I must write in this journal every day to improve my mind. There’s nothing to write about and my mind does not need improvement! Anyways, I might as well give this a try.
I must say that I am mama’s favorite child as she loves me even more than any of them. I am the prettiest amongst them all! I have come to a conclusion and I certainly believe that I am destined for fortune and favor. Why would such a charming and courageous girl like me end up in an unsuitable lifestyle? I daresay that I shall never be like any of my sisters since none of them are married at all. It has dearly been my illustrious desire to fall in love and find myself a husband. Thus, while I am sincerely competent in the art of being enamored. As …show more content…
I was quite the belle of the ball. The officers of the Derbyshire militia were enamoured by my saucy looks, and I swear, I sat down not once! I danced the first two with Mr. Maybury then Mr. Denny, Mr. Wooton, Mr. Blout, and Mr, Wooton again: a simpering cox comb, Mr. Cavendish, followed by Mr. Wickham. Till then, Mr. Wooton begged to danced again, but I was heartily weary of him! His eyes are too close together and he has sweaty palms, horrible teeth, and breath reminiscent of a stable-yard privy. He has more fat than a hind of pork, and with eyes that squint out from a florid visage like a slapped bottom. As the supper bell rang, with an attack of the vapors, I attempted to perform a fainting seizure, which had the exact desired outcome of him distancing himself away from
I am Lydia Bennett, the youngest amongst the five Bennett sisters. I am fifteen years old today, and this journal was a precious gift from Mary. But to be honest, I awaited more of a better gift from her, I never wanted pieces of paper! She already knew that I’ve always wanted her jade earrings, the ones I have wanted forever, the ones that I feel almost rich in! She says that I must write in this journal every day to improve my mind. There’s nothing to write about and my mind does not need improvement! Anyways, I might as well give this a try.
I must say that I am mama’s favorite child as she loves me even more than any of them. I am the prettiest amongst them all! I have come to a conclusion and I certainly believe that I am destined for fortune and favor. Why would such a charming and courageous girl like me end up in an unsuitable lifestyle? I daresay that I shall never be like any of my sisters since none of them are married at all. It has dearly been my illustrious desire to fall in love and find myself a husband. Thus, while I am sincerely competent in the art of being enamored. As …show more content…
I was quite the belle of the ball. The officers of the Derbyshire militia were enamoured by my saucy looks, and I swear, I sat down not once! I danced the first two with Mr. Maybury then Mr. Denny, Mr. Wooton, Mr. Blout, and Mr, Wooton again: a simpering cox comb, Mr. Cavendish, followed by Mr. Wickham. Till then, Mr. Wooton begged to danced again, but I was heartily weary of him! His eyes are too close together and he has sweaty palms, horrible teeth, and breath reminiscent of a stable-yard privy. He has more fat than a hind of pork, and with eyes that squint out from a florid visage like a slapped bottom. As the supper bell rang, with an attack of the vapors, I attempted to perform a fainting seizure, which had the exact desired outcome of him distancing himself away from