Is this opening paragraph good?
"Jane, how many times must I beseech you to cease with your lazy loungings?" My mother said to me after entering the library. Her tone was swift and without concern for my leisure. "Your father has invited Mr. Granger over for dinner, particularly so he can become acquainted with you. I shan't have my eldest daughter choose to blame false illness as an escape from a potential suitor again. You can close that novel and go and get ready." She looked at me sharply and left the room. Though I knew her rantings were solely aimed at my benefit, I couldn't resist an internal enquiry as to the demand placed upon me. At the age of sixteen, the last thing you crave is a thirty-year old man fawning over you. Nay, you crave adventure, and to explore.