If this doesn't have the wit and humour of Pride and Prejudice, it's still an extremely entertaining read - albeit one that's soaked in misery for a good part of it. With the best will in the world I can't feel that much for Edward Ferrars. I mean, his whole stupid family needs to fall off a cliff, that's plainly obvious, but all this talk of honour as he ruins his own life... granted I'm speaking from a different time, but I have no sympathy. Colonel Brandon is far more interesting, and if Marianne's change in feelings isn't especially convincing then I'm still more interested in them than I am in Elinor and her idiot (not that Brandon doesn't deserve Marianne's affection, but the end of the novel is fairly compressed and more successful in satirising the extended Ferrars family than in tying up the romances, I think). It's true that Marianne suffers from excess of sensibility, and I think there are times she must be very difficult not to roll eyes at, but Elinor's sense, in comparison, can make her come across as a little dry. I suppose she and Edward deserve each other - they can be smugly and rationally prim together.