There's something to be said for re-reading books, even ones you weren't necessarily that attached to the first go-round. The first time I read Sense and Sensibility I liked it. Gave it four stars. But three years later, I absolutely adore it, and can't understand how I missed the amazingness. I just think that, even though we don't want to admit it, young people are really too stupid to understand much of anything. So many feelings, so much irony, so much meanness disguised as polite conversation. It's delightful.
I just finished the movie as well, the one written by Emma Thompson and directed by Ang Lee. It slayed me. I mean it, I'm dead.