I thought this looked like a fun book. Thank you, Paperbackswap.com for providing me with super cheap way to amass tons of books!This book, however, is less Jane Austen and more Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict. Which I hated. Emily goes on a Jane Austen tour of England and every time she's tipsy, sleepy, or high, she runs into Mr. Darcy. She's finding he might not be the man of her dreams because he is serious, chivalrous, doesn't appreciate her immodesty, and wouldn't think to dishonor her like she wants him to. Emily has a foul mouth and is pretty unlikeable. The author tries to use frat boy humor to portray a funny anecdote or scene, but I'm not finding it funny at all. Not to mention (although I will) the author portrays a bus full of mid-fifties women as all being white-haired and ancient. My mother is neither white-haired, nor ancient, and she would be a good deal more fun on a Jane Austen Tour (so, what do you say, mom?) than Emily.
This story (aside from Emily's hallucinations) is a thinly veiled 'modern adaptation' of Pride and Prejudice. I have to finish, and so far I'm not liking it, but I'll let you know when I'm all done what the final verdict is.
Why do so many authors think that women who love Jane Austen would want to read a book that Austen herself would find scandalous and smutty?
No, thank you.
