It is a truth universally acknowledged that a sure fire way into my heart is invoking Miss Jane Austen. I, like so many others, fell in love with the stories of Miss Austen when I was a teenager, and I have never stopped adoring her. There is something so sweet and heart-pumpingly romantic about the constraints of polite 1800s society on a newly budding romance. The things left unsaid, the teasing of deeper feelings before the fireworks and passion of a grand reveal is just so. freaking. good. I love it.

Jane Hayes is like me. A devoted fan of Pride and Prejudice and a touch of obsession over the admittedly dreamy Mr. Darcy, Jane has a bit of a problem with getting ahead of herself. She tends to go all in with the wrong people, and then when they show their true colors (decidedly un-Darcy like), she ends up dejected and upset. In the beginning of the novel, Jane is ready to give up, which is why it is convenient when a great aunt's will bequeaths her three weeks of Austen-centric fun in the English countryside. Dressed in Regency clothes, forced to adhere to Regency manners, and allowed absolutely no technology, Jane finds herself knee deep in her favorite story, for better or worse.

This is a cute story, filled with the heart clenching dramatic irony that I LOVE! It is humorous and sweet, and just the right kind of story to get me into the romantic spirit. It was also a very fast read, taking only a handful of hours to finish. I would recommend this to anyone who has been spirited away by Jane Austen's broody boys, and wants a quick hit of imitation moodiness.