I tried to fall in love with this book. I really did. I mean, who couldn't resist the Rock Star trope??? I know it's not particularly unique, but I was really hoping that this would be better than what the other reviewers have said about it. 
 I know the author tried to follow the original book's storyline and tried to capture the essence of the characters, but unfortunately, it missed the mark. Darcy was a tad too snarky sometimes, Lizzy was too emotional, Richard Fitzwilliam couldn't keep it in his pants, Charlotte felt like she was just there as Richard's love interest, and Jane. Oh G-d. Jane. Some of her conversations with Charles made me want to stab my eyes with a pitchfork. It was so cheesy and I don't know, too much for someone as reticent as Jane. 
 And the sex. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy the occasional steamy scene, whether it be on a modern adaptation or a regency era fic, but this book felt like it had too much. It was like the intimate scenes were added for the sake of making it raunchy. I actually had to skip some pages because it seemed the book had one too many. 
 The conflicts between the love interests felt like it was written by a high school student. They fought over such mundane things, and they argued like kids, retaliating against each other in an immature manner. Most of those "conflicts" could have easily been fixed if they were mature adults who actually talked about it... but apparently, that would be too boring. 
 I appreciated the author's effort to make a lovely book, and while I'm sure some of you would disagree with me, I'll have to say that this one of the few Pride and Prejudice variations I truly did not enjoy.