Novels vs. Plays

I adore my literature class.

So much.

There is nothing about this class that isn't to love--writing papers, reading fantastic literature, discussing new vocabulary, and memorizing poetry.

I have noticed, however, that I do not like reading plays. I would far rather read a novel than a play. I mean, really, wouldn't you rather read something like this (from Sense and Sensibility chapter 4):

"But have you not received my notes?" cried Marianne in the wildest anxiety. "Here is some mistake I am sure--some dreadful mistake. What can be the meaning of it? Tell me Willoughby; for heaven's sake tell me, what is the matter?"

He made no reply; his complexion changed and all his embarrassment returned; but as f, on catching the eye of the young lady with whom he had been previously talking, he felt the necessity of insistent exertion, he had recovered himself again, and after saying "Yes, I had the pleasure of receiving the information of your arrival in town, which you were so good as to send to me," turned hastily away with a slight bow and joined his friend.

Or would you rather read the same text like this:

Marianne: "But have you not received my notes? Here is some mistake I am sure-- some dreadful mistake. What can be the meaning of it? Tell me, Willoughby, for heaven's sake tell me, what is the matter?"

Willoughby: "Yes, I had the pleasure of receiving the information of your arrival in town, which you were so good as to send to me."

EXIT WILLOUGHBY

I definitely would rather read the first one. Don't get me wrong, I love plays, but just not reading them.

(Also, please take note of the brilliance of Jane Austen in this passage.)