Man, where do I even start with this book? For the first half, I couldn't stand it. At all. I kept forcing myself to slog through, mainly to get me through my hours of insomnia, and partially so that when people asked me what I think of P&P I could give them an informed opinion. Mostly my opinion of this book can be summed up in one word: boring. I wasn't interested in the characters or the plot (what there was of it). I thought the writing style was just awful, especially when trying to figure out which "Miss Bennett" everyone was talking about. Frankly, I didn't find any interest in the book at all until Lydia ran off with that officer whose name escapes me at the moment. (It is really difficult to check facts with an e-book. Oops.) At that point, my interest mostly stemmed from the fact that I was excited something absolutely terrible was happening. It was almost interesting! Almost. And that excitement may have stemmed more from the sleep deprivation and the fever than from me actually, you know, enjoying the book. 
 Now, I've read a few reviews of this book before writing this, and I've noticed a lot of people say that you'd look at the book differently when you consider the social commentary. Well, I considered the social commentary, and it didn't make me enjoy the book any more than I was going to. The problem is, as "smart" as this book is, I feel that it failed in the most important aspect of writing a fictional book: entertainment. Boring is boring no matter how you look at it, and that's precisely what this book was. At least it made the insomnia go away.