A Weekend with Mr. Darcy
About the Book
Of course she’s obsessed with Jane Austen…
Surrounded by appalling exes and fawning students, the only thing keeping professor Katherine Roberts sane is Jane Austen and her personal secret love for racy Regency romance novels. She thinks the Jane Austen Addicts conference in the English countryside is the perfect opportunity to escape her chaotic life and finally relax…
But then she encounters a devilishly handsome man at the conference who seems determined to sweep her off her feet. Is he more fiction than fact? Or could he be the hero she didn’t know she was looking for?
Disclaimer: As a rule, I don't read these sorts of romances, with men who could have walked straight out of a bodice-ripping romance (complete with white stallion). So my three-star rating might be lower than what a fan of the genre would give it. I based my rating on my standards of general fiction, on the level of character depth and the conflict arc and so on. Passages that make me roll my eyes tend to lower the score, and there were a few of those, but again - I do not typically read this genre! They might have been very sweet romantic scenes to anyone else. So please bear that in mind when looking at the rating. On to the review!
The above blurb doesn't accurately summarize the book, so let me start with a new summary. A Weekend with Mr. Darcy is about three people's experiences at the Jane Austen Addicts conference. Katherine is a professor asked to give a session at the conference and is not looking for romance, Robyn is seeking an escape from her boring life and more-boring boyfriend, and Warwick is a writer with an ulterior motive for attending the conference. That summary still doesn't do it justice, since I'm trying not to spoil a brilliant twist, but it should give you a better idea of the book.
This was a very entertaining book. I especially enjoyed the meta moments, such as the conference discussion of Jane Austen fanfiction, and whether it was a legitimate form of writing or whether the authors were merely riding Austen's coattails to make some easy money. There was also the brilliant twist, although I wish Connelly had done more with it. Sometimes it felt like she focused too much on Robyn's story, which was more straightforward and predictable.
The characters seemed a little flat, but I think that's a norm for this genre. And the ending was too predictable for my tastes, but again, norm for the genre.
If you like these types of books, I'm confident you will really enjoy this book. If, like me, you don't generally read these, you can save it for a fluffy beach read.