Thoughts Upon Reading Jane Austen’s “Northanger Abbey”

After reading Northanger Abbey, it is either a steaming pile of Victorian lust, backstabbing and betrayal …

Or a tempest in teapot with a rushed “shit, gotta wrap it all up right now!” ending.

Can’t decide which, but leaning toward the teapot.

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