Where my massive crush on Jane Austen began: alone, on a hot day in Montana, cursing her name.
I had to read it for AP English and I could not see the point. Girls need to marry. Girls can't get married. Girls are sad. Girls get married. Girls are happy.
I went to school to half heartedly discuss it and waffled and wavered in an effort to please my teacher. Finally she said: "was it good or not, Ben"
"No it wasn't."
"Thank you...now read this twenty pages of literary criticism for homework."
Twenty pages of literary criticism later, I was hooked. Once you know what to look for, it's hilarious. Once you're keyed into the contextual life of women, you have to feel for the plight of the Bennet sisters, and laugh at the crudity of their mother and Mr. Collins.
So yes: I'm a guy and I love Jane Austen. You got a problem with that Huh Huh Do you Huh Well if you do, I'll be over here nursing my dorkiness just waiting for a fight for the honor of my beloved Jane.