I’ve been going through a bit of a Jane Austen phase lately (Pride and Prejudice, in particular). It started rather innocently enough. I’d picked up a copy of Me and Mr. Darcy at our local discount book store, and it was a quick read. This book is not a life changer, but it was fun and it kept me entertained while on a road trip with the family. There is a whole world of Austen-lite fiction available. There are prequels and sequels and based-upons. There are stacks of re-workings, especially of Pride and Prejudice. I’ve read a few good ones, and a few bad ones. This particular book was okay, but I won’t tell you to run out and buy it. The only reason I’m even mentioning that book is that the heroine in this novel kept talking about these two….
Mr. Darcy (as played by Colin Firth in the P&P BBC mini series):