Mr. Darcy, I presume?

(Previously posted on Book End Babes)

Can we all just take a moment to send up a collective sigh in honor of our dear Mr. Darcy?


I don’t know what it is about breeches and cravats, impressive manor houses, or the pounding of hooves across the hunting grounds, but there’s something about the Regency period that gets the blood a pumpin’.  Trust me, I just finished watching the BBC production of Pride & Prejudice with the delectable Colin Firth (all six hours. Twice.), and I’m fit to be tied. The antidote to all this angst would be time travel for sure, but because I’ve got at least one foot firmly planted in reality, I’ll settle for Shannon Hale’s AUSTENLAND.

In AUSTENLAND, modern career girl, Jane Hayes, attempts to shed her Darcy (and Colin Firth) obsession by emmersing herself in the role-playing, vacation/escape called Austenland.  There, she dons chemise, corset, and various gowns to test her wits against handsome actors playing the Darcy-ish, Bingley-ish, Colonial Fitzwilliam-ish roles so familiar to Austen devotees.

Here’s a sample to whet your whistle:

His hand extended toward her. “But it would be my honor.”

She rolled her eyes but took his hand. The first time he touched her waist, she started. There was nothing passive in his touch, nothing wasted. She was aware of his hands the way she was often conscious of his gaze seeking her out. It was, to say the least, surprising.

If only there was such a place…

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