When Courtney Stone wakes up one morning, she discovers she is no longer herself. Instead, her mind is inhabiting the body of Jane Mansfield, who lives during Jane Austen’s time. Courtney has to figure out what happened (although she never really does), what to do next, who she can trust, and ultimately, who she is.
I would consider myself a Jane Austen addict, having read her books many times. The premise of this book caught my eye, as just about anything involving Jane Austen does. It just fell flat for me, though. Courtney has just broken up with her fiancé, so, granted, she’s a little whiny and feeling a little betrayed. And apparently she’s also confused about being attracted to her best friend Wes, who also betrayed her by hiding her fiancé’s infidelity. And then she’s confused because she’s suddenly living the life of a whole different person in a whole different time period. Anyone would need a chance to vent. But it seems like that’s all Courtney did! By the end of the book, I was so tired of “what if, what’s next, what am I feeling, who am I really…” monologues. The character just did not have enough depth (or enough variety in her conversation) to get my sympathy or even my interest.
The idea of Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict has promise, but unfortunately, that’s about all the book has going for it.
I would consider myself a Jane Austen addict, having read her books many times. The premise of this book caught my eye, as just about anything involving Jane Austen does. It just fell flat for me, though. Courtney has just broken up with her fiancé, so, granted, she’s a little whiny and feeling a little betrayed. And apparently she’s also confused about being attracted to her best friend Wes, who also betrayed her by hiding her fiancé’s infidelity. And then she’s confused because she’s suddenly living the life of a whole different person in a whole different time period. Anyone would need a chance to vent. But it seems like that’s all Courtney did! By the end of the book, I was so tired of “what if, what’s next, what am I feeling, who am I really…” monologues. The character just did not have enough depth (or enough variety in her conversation) to get my sympathy or even my interest.
The idea of Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict has promise, but unfortunately, that’s about all the book has going for it.
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