Dejected and Disappointed

Have you ever been waiting for something, building it up in your head, and then when it finally arrives, you're let down because it wasn't as good/fun/exciting/whatever as you imagined it? Of course you've experienced this! Otherwise your life is a) totally exciting and your reality is better than your dreams in which case I will shun you forever out of jealousy or b) nothing ever happens to you, so you have nothing worth living for, and even if something did happen to you it would always be above expectations because you have no expectations to begin with. If (b) is your problem I feel a mixture of pity and jealousy, but mostly pity. No offense.
My hopes were dashed to smithereens when I finished Pride and Prejudice around the tenth time and decided I should read something else by Jane Austen, convinced it would be as good (certainly not better, for what could be better than the family Bennet and the dour Mr. Darcy?!?! Blasphemous!) as my dear, dear P&P. When I was at Barnes and Noble recently I picked up I Am Number Four, which I finished in a day, not due to it's greatness rather due to the anxiousness to know what happens at the end. To be frank, I feel like I could have written that book, in fact, a better book because it sounded like a lovestruck fourteen year old reading out loud from her diary. Although it was an interesting topic, the sentences were short, choppy and not very eloquent. In fact, the movie was better than the book. Moving on. I also picked up Jane Austen's Emma when I visited B&N, convinced I would be pleased because, come on it's Jane Austen. Plus the back said it was her best novel (lies) so I figured it should be good.
I feel as if it's almost my fault I didn't like it. Okay scratch that. I didn't not like it, it was just boring. Plus I kept thinking "I'd rather be re-reading Lizzy and Darcy's love story, it's much more interesting." Honestly, I haven't even gotten past the first volume. The description of Emma leads me to believe that she's lacking in the "brain department" and the description of her father depresses me because I know he will not be participating in witty sarcasm. In other words, Emma is NOT Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Woodhouse is NOT Mr. Bennet. I miss them. To sum it all up P&P > any other Jane Austen Novel (esp. Emma and S&S). No offense, JA. Love you!