I have been a great admirer of Elizabeth Bennet since I first read Pride and Prejudice about a decade ago now, but it is only recently (since my P&P love has resurfaced and taken hold like some kind of leviathan) that I realised how much of the success and resonance of that novel, for me, is due to Lizzy.
Despite her acknowledged flaws, she has such a wonderfully enviable disposition. This idea of people who can laugh themselves out of poor humour is foreign to me. Her ability to think on the past only as it gives her pleasure, and to put herself forward in the world with optimism and confidence is inspiring. I treasure her. My disposition is more akin to the implacable resentment and easily bruised Darcy and yet, I couldn’t fathom writing a POV that isn’t Lizzy. She is so real to me. She is where the story lives and breathes. Whenever a notion strikes me for a ‘what if…?’ it is always Lizzy-centric. I may love reading Darcy stories, but I love writing Lizzy ones.
(Of course, the more I put my writing out there, the more I am like Mrs Bennet, flapping my hands around and screeching about my poor nerves!)