Like Joanna Y, I have been listening to the book on audio tape during this group read. I must have a longer commute than she does, as I finished ahead of the schedule. I also lost track of the chapter numbers so refrained from posting for that reason (as well as others :-)

Early in the group read, Cheryl noted how Henry Tilney seemed to have taken on some of the narrator's role when he entered the picture. (C's post linked below). I had noted that as well and took it a little farther.

Concurrent with listening to NA, I was reading some of Jane Austen's letters from the time period during which she wrote the original novel. And I found that I could clearly hear her voice when Henry Tilney spoke and hear Henry in many parts of her letters:

'Tis really very kind of my Aunt to ask us to Bath again; a kindness that deserves a better return than to profit by it. Yours ever

In response to being shown a letter expressing a passing interest in herself:

This is rational enough; there is less love and more sense in it than sometimes appeared before, and I am very well satisfied. It will all go on exceedingly well, and decline away in a very reasonable manner. There seems no likelihood of his coming into Hampshire this Christmas, and it is therefore most probable that our indifference will soon be mutual, unless his regard, which appeared to spring from knowing nothing of me at first, is best supported by never seeing me.

After having written to Cassandra about the birth of a nephew:

I expected to have heard from you this morning, but no letter is come. I shall not take the trouble of announcing to you any more of Mary's children, if, instead of thanking me for the intelligence, you always sit down and write to James. I am sure nobody can desire your letters so much as I do, and I don't think anybody deserves them so well.

Charles Powlett has been very ill, but is getting well again. His wife is discovered to be everything that the neighbourhood could wish her, silly and cross as well as extravagant.

After reporting her brother's possible promotion:

There! I may now finish my letter and go and hang myself, for I am sure I can neither write nor do anything which will not appear insipid to you after this.

Well, I could go on and on. I hear Henry's ironic voice when I read these and Jane's ironic voice when I read Henry.