Bleh

She wasn't aware of her current situation. Belle was never aware of anything. She lived in her head. Not necessarily a bad thing, for that type. A woman of strong ideals, morals and courage living in a hostile environment where her talents were never free to flourish. She lived in books. She kept herself occupied, busy. She kept her mind free, open. Her mother often worried about her state. Less so as a child, but in her womanhood, without a courter, without an admirer, without a supporter. How could a mother not worry? Of course her daughter would need a provider. It was custom. A woman's place was in the home. How could her daughter ever find herself a goodman if she never sought one?

... I don't really like this. I just decided I should start writing. Jane Eyre and Pride & Prejudice came to mind and I went from there. I need to work on setting. I'm never quite there.