I planned to binge season two of Netflix’s Bridgerton the weekend it was released. It had been a ('nother) miserable week at work and the escapism was calling to me: Friday night, my dog, my beer, and Netflix on the couch. I zoomed through the first three episodes. They’d changed the story a bit, but the bones of the novel were in place and the crucial scene between hero and heroine played out almost exactly as I remembered reading it. As the credits rolled at the end of episode 3, I said out loud, "Holy cow, that was very well done." And five seconds later, I was sobbing.
Thanks for sharing this. Even if Jane Austen or Bridgerton are not of universal appeal, the human connection you describe is certainly universal.