When a life ends, you get to learn what matters. What matters is the sum of all the everyday exchanges; the sum of all the love. Sometimes cooking the food, enjoying the company, living the simple life is all that remains. Pondering the 200th anniversary of Jane Austen’s death on 18th July, 1817, I think of the many remarkable women, some famous, some ordinary who have added to the sum of my life by showing me what matters. And of course what matters is often the simple things. And this is what make Jane Austen’s novels so important is that she is able to show this and create worlds where what matters takes prominence.