My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Publication Date: January 12th 2015
Publisher: Winslet Press
Point of View: 1st Person & Feminine
Recommended Age: 13+
Genres & Themes: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Short Stories
The complete opposite of her parents, Jane doesn’t like reading love stories and can’t stand all things romance, but most especially she hates her name. “No, not that Jane Austen,” she’s said so many times to so many teachers, friends, and strangers, while lamenting the fact that her parents named her after one of their favorite authors, the very author who sparked their own love story.
Jane isn’t looking for a love story, and on the eve of her 18th birthday she happily considers changing her name and finally steering her life away from the self-imposed expectations that come with it, but … she meets a charming British boy on his way back home and everything she’s fought hard to control suddenly becomes irresistible.
‘‘I can’t say I’ve ever met a girl like you before.’’
You just met her, yet you dare use this easily avoidable sappy line, Alistair. Good thing Jane was considerably reasonable and didn’t fall for your, hmm, incomparable charming personality right away.
They first laid eyes on each other in an airport and instantly connected. After that episode, they didn’t immediately go their own way, since Jane decided to drive him along to a tattoo shop. A complete stranger. Did I ever say that she was reasonable? Well, I’m currently doubting if it applies to her self entirely or only when her mind wasn’t clouded by thoughts mingling destiny and/or British accents (usually both).
Everything went so fast, this short prequel containing an ungenerous thirty-three pages. Regardless, it was lovely and the narration vivid, effortlessly bringing the characters to life. I’m interested in reading more about Jane. A part of me, however, is disappointed in Alistair. Wasn’t he supposed to be a reimagined Mr. Darcy? If so, I’m pouting at how unexciting he came across as being. Alistair wasn’t a reimagined Mr. Darcy; he was no Mr. Darcy, period.
But that might not have been the author’s intention at all. I just personally wanted a Darcy… oh well.