This one, I’m not sure I’m going to finish, it’s that annoying. Turning Elizabeth Bennett from a witty, cultivated, original heroine into a bloodthirsty thug doesn’t even work as a joke, which this book clearly wants to be, and could be in subtler hands. I’ll give it another chance or two as the situation warrants, but there’s a lot on my to-be-read pile I’m eager to get to.