This is possibly my favorite Jane Austen novel so far. Catherine Morland, the main character, really does let her imagination run away with her (even more that I do). When invited to a friend's family residence, Northanger Abbey, she imagines that she has stumbled right into the plot of a gothic romance novel. However, decrepit chests and even secret cupboards have disappointingly mundane contents. Disappointed in that avenue, she gets her hopes up again when she discovers a room that is kept locked and never entered. She finds out that it belongs to her friend Henry's deceased mother. When she begins to suspect her host's father of murdering his wife, her suspicions come to light. However, a kindly and well-placed reproof from Henry returns her to her senses.