Book Sixteen: Me & Mr. Darcy: A Novel

Emily Albright, bookstore manager and Mr. Darcy obsessed, swears off men after a series of disastrous encounters.  Cue the book illiterate friend who thinks Darcy is the newest H&M model.  Cue the split-second decision to take a 'literary tour' instead of a debauched trip to Mexico with said book illiterate friend.  Cue the predictable hilarity.

Me & Mr. Darcy never quite reaches beyond mediocre; however, it's saving grace for me, dear reader, is our heroine's diatribe on the idea of Mr. Darcy and why we love him for it.  Author Alexandra Potter's intentional usage of 'snogging' and other 'British-isms' is a bit pandering.  Potter is not a strong writer.  She doesn't nearly resolve some of the plot angles satisfactorily enough for this reader.  Instead we are supposed to be so enamored of Albright's relationship resolution that we to suspend our questions as to whether our heroine is a bit of a cracked pot.

As I see it, Mr & Mr. Darcy is a cute piece of fluff that's not quite a cheap bodice ripper, but not good enough to be consider decent fan fiction for most Austen-ites.