As I was going on a tour of Pride and Prejudice film locations (just the 1995 and 2005 versions), I needed to read something appropriate.
Here’s the blurb …
Dreams come true in this hilarious, feel-good fairy tale about life, love, and dating literature’s most eligible bachelor
After a string of disastrous dates, Emily Albright decides she’s had it with modern-day love and would much rather curl up with Pride and Prejudice and spend her time with Mr. Darcy, the dashing, honorable, and passionate hero of Jane Austen’s classic. So when her best friend suggests a wild week of margaritas and men in Mexico with the girls, Emily abruptly flees to England on a guided tour of Jane Austen country instead. Far from inspiring romance, the company aboard the bus consists of a gaggle of little old ladies and one single man, Spike Hargreaves, a foul-tempered journalist writing an article on why the fictional Mr. Darcy has earned the title of Man Most Women Would Love to Date.
The last thing Emily expects to find on her excursion is a broodingly handsome man striding across a field, his damp shirt clinging to his chest. But that’s exactly what happens when she comes face-to-face with none other than Mr. Darcy himself. Suddenly, every woman’s fantasy becomes one woman’s reality. . . .
I found this a bit annoying. I know we are meant to suspend disbelief, but how could a die-hard Austen fan, not see the similarities in her story. Also, Mr Darcy would never have taken a young unmarried lady (in a ball dress) horse riding at night. Was she delusional? Did she dream it? I was very confused by the presence of Mr Darcy. However, I enjoyed how the plot was modernised.
Guilt and shame wash over me – and fear. It’s a scary thought when you realise you can’t trust your own judgement. That your pride and prejudices can completely blind you to the truth. It makes me wonder how many times I’ve got it wrong before – I just never found out.