All these Jane Austen modern re-telling have something in common: a Bridget Jones lookalike heroine foulmouthed and long-winded, slightly overweight, not particularly clever or pretty and with a disastrous love life, who has nothing to do with a Elizabeth Bennet or a Elinor Dashwood.
Courtney, the protagonist of this Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict, is no exception.
After dumping her cheating fiancee, our heroine falls asleep while reading Pride and Prejudice for the umpteenth time and wakes up in the body of a regency young lady with a mother obsessed with marrying her to the next available bachelor and a father who loves her but never emerges from his studio.
Being totally dim-witted, Courtney keeps telling everyone that she's not who they think she is but that she is a 21st century girl, even when it is more than evident that her new situation is not "just a dream", risking several times to be committed in a madhouse.
But the most irritating trait of the book is that, despite claiming of knowing all J.A. works by heart, Courtney keeps talking like a modern girl, a very smutty modern girl who scandalizes everyone by using "fuck" every other word and making explicit sexual references. Besides, this self-appointed "Jane Austen expert" is shocked to discover that respectable young ladies don't wander the city by themselves, don't contemplate casual sexual encounters with strangers, aren't supposed to be seen at the park chatting with a young male servant and happen to receive marriage proposals by men with whom they've only have polite conversations. Yes, of course this is very old-fashioned but if you have read Pride and Prejudice as many times as you claim you have no reason to keep acting as if you have no idea of what's going on.And unless you are completely dumb, you don't just approach the real Jane Austen and encourage her to keep writing her books (she, who always published using a pseudonym) because in the future they will become successful movies and tv dramas. Imagine explaining a 18th century spinster about tv and cinema...
The plot in itself is nothing special but better than other books of this kind and I'll admit that the author made a good job of reproducing everyday life of regency England, lingering on unpleasant details like the awful personal hygiene and the discomfort of carriage transportation, which are often forgotten.
It would have deserved a better rating if not for the insufferable protagonist and the rushed ending which didn't explained anything
Entertaining read. Though I would have thought a Jane Austen addict would know more about the period than she seemed to..