26 Following


Currently reading

Gender Archaeology
Marie Louise Stig Sorensen, Marie Louise Stig Srensen, Marie Louise Stig Sa Rensen
This haunted isle: The ghosts and legends of Britain's historic buildings
Peter Underwood

Mr. Darcy, Vampyre

Mr. Darcy, Vampyre - Amanda Grange I hate it when this happens. I waited and waited with bated breath for this book to come out. I mean, look at that cover! Cameo = love. Blood Splatters, a la Dexter = love. So, my advice? Just stare at the cover and don't open the book.
If you are a Pride and Prejudice aficiando like myself, you will be driven to tears and possibly more (don't eat before you read this) by the blatant disregard for everything that is Lizzy Bennett. The Lizzy I know would never ever ever ever just sit around while Darcy was off doing his Gentlemanly Duties-whatever they are. She would never sit around in her room feeling sorry for herself like a pouty little housewife.
I almost feel like the author skipped out on her homework and simply watched the 2005 movie before writing this book. Why? Lizzy gushed about how much she loves to walk. Hm. Where have I heard that before? Or Lizzy did more gushing about how lively assembly balls are back home. What does that remind you of? Also, I didn't read anything meaty between Darcy and Lizzy besides them grinning and quoting themselves.
And don't even get me started on Darcy. Where is the grouchy uber-man I remember? Gone. Totally gone. All that's left is a cross between Edward Cullen and one of those regency romance heroes you can pull out of a hat these days. Why why WHY would Darcy EVER be stupid enough to marry Lizzy if he knew they could never Get It On? Ugh. That's not the Darcy I know. And then why make me wait and wait for them to finally decide to Do It and then totally skip out when they do?
Also-final confrontation? Ouch. All I can say is they could've taken a bath and that would've been just as exciting, if not more.