I don't know where to start on this book. It looked promising. I'm a fan of Jane Austen and I'm always in the mood for some good chick lit, but this was disappointing. Chick lit can be like that I've noticed. I really don't expect too much from it. It's like critics and Will Ferrell movies. They always slam it for being stupid, but it's supposed to be.....it's a Will Ferrell movie. It's not supposed to be an Oscar contender.

Chick lit is supposed to be light and somewhat predictable, but this was just too obvious. Emily goes on vacation to see the historic sites of Jane Austen's books. Sounds interesting enough. What is bad about this book is the feeble attempt to add in a bit of the supernatural. Jane Austen sets up Emily on a date with the real Mr. Darcy, so that she will realize that real men are better then thier fictionalized ideal characters in books. I didn't buy it. I don't know who could buy this story. I had a hard time finishing it, but took to skimming every other page for the last 100 pages and I still didn't feel like I missed anything.

Overall the book felt like a holiday Lifetime movie. Like I said, I like chick lit, but this just didn't pass as good chick lit. I hate to say it, but I am deathly afraid that my attempt at fiction for the first time will be exactly like this, but I think that's why I read books like this.....so I know what not to do.