Lost my Jane Austen Groove

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."

That's the opening line of Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice".  I read it for fun in early university and loved it from the moment I read that sentence.  Her satire and wit took me by surprise.  Classics can often be epic, beautiful, important, well crafted and worth reading, but a lot of them are far from being entertaining and cheeky. 

I think I read P&P as a follow up to the dry, uneventful and humourless Robinson Crusoe (I'm sorry, I know that I am supposed to love it and respect it, but I just can't.  Maybe resepct, but never love).  That book is the equivalent of talking to the most boring person I have ever met.  Boys always seem to like it though, so...sorry guys for bashing your favourite novel.

After reading P&P I went on to watch a lot of the Jane Austen movies, old and new, and we had a good thing going for a while.  Lots of watching the multi-hour epic BBC version of P&P, loving Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy, having a short-lived crush on a boy I met in Michigan who QUOTED THE FIRST LINE OF PRIDE AND PREJUDICE TO ME when I told him I had read it recently, etc. etc. etc.  You nerds know what I am talking about.

But then all of a sudden I lost my groove.  Her novels sit unread in my "to read" pile, and this is the second time I have tried to read Sense and Sensibility.  It's going ok, but definitely not great.  What happened?  I am bummed out.