Jane Hayes is a huge Jane Austen fan - but not in the way that you're thinking. Try total obsession. Try comparing every man who walks into her life to Colin Firth in breeches and sideburns, hiding her DVDs behind her potted plant, and being bequeathed a visit to a Regency-themed getaway by a great-aunt in order to get over it. 
 Yeah. It's that bad. 
 Jane is determined to take her trip to Austenland as therapy and a way to set Mr. Darcy behind her for good. But when she finds herself torn between two guys - the modern, ordinary Joe that she's always denied, and the vintage Prince Charming who might or might not be leading her on - what's a girl to do? 
 Okay. Now for the review part (which, of course, is what I'm here to do). Honestly, and maybe this is just because I'm an Austen purist or whatever you want to call it, I was not fond of this book. Don't get me wrong - I went into it with eyes open, sincerely wanting to end the book clasping Jane to my heart with all the affection of another P&P fan (which - my own confession - is not my favorite Jane Austen novel. Read to the end to find out which one is). 
 But I just couldn't. The novel just wasn't what I was expecting. The humor fell flat. The innuendo was unneeded. The flashbacks of her previous attempts at romance were a bit charming, but still jarring during the plot. And the plot itself...it just wasn't Austen. Maybe that's the heart of the matter. Nothing compares to Austen. 
 Even though, as the author points out herself, she died a spinster. 
 Jane isn't an Elizabeth or an Emma or even a Catherine. Maybe a bit of an Anne Elliott, a bit assertive at the wrong times and shy and timid when you just want to shove her out into the game and make her get her man. I think that was why I couldn't really attach myself to her. 
 Okay, before I slip back into my cultured, neutral book-blogger facade - if you are a die-hard Austen fan (like moi) you will probably not like this. But, if you're in it for the dresses and Colin Firth and all that pseudo-Regency jazz (not that I'm condemning you, you pretentious lover of all that is British-accented and tip-top) go ahead and give it a try. You just might like it.