I was actually going to title this post "When the Going Gets Tough, the Tough Read Emma," but I thought that was a bit fey, even for me. But let's face it, stress can make people do strange, even embarrassing things. I saw the first Twilight movie under such circumstances, I bake when I'm frustrated, I take weekend walks along the Gowanus, and while we're at it, sometimes I drink soy milk from the carton on nights when procuring and then cleaning a fresh glass is too much effort. After some research, I've concluded that it's a particular yet imparticular variety of 20something angst-- an unnameable anxiety about our careers, our love lives, our friendships, our apartments--that makes us turn to our guilty pleasures for comfort. For me, the complete and unequivocal cure-all is a BBC miniseries or a classic novel, complete with corsets, bustles, and English accents. I melt away into the countryside and let the gentility, the sonorous and round syllables of a Mr. Darcy, wash away the dank heat of summer, the smell of garbage day, the train re-routes and cancellations. So you won't be surprised when I confess that this week has been bad enough to make me turn to Charlotte Bronte's Villette and the stellar 1995 Pride and Prejudice miniseries starring Colin Firth. Villette started off pretty drily, even for my taste, but after 100 patient pages, I've been entirely sucked in. So it got me to thinking...what are your comfort reads? After all, as Mr. Darcy says, "I would by no means suspend any pleasure of yours."