DNF at 86 pages. I really wanted to like this book. Regency, romance, and magic?! Sign me up! But I just couldn't get into it. 
 The magic (or "glamour") was interesting at first, but by chapter 2 I felt like I was being bashed over the head with it. The sisters were also oddly familiar, in that the MC is basically Elizabeth Bennett/Elinor Dashwood and her sister a poor man's Marianne Dashwood/Lydia Bennet. Same goes for the men, who feel like cheap knockoffs of stronger Austen and Bronte heroes. 
 At the end of the day, I would just much rather re-read Pride and Prejudice for the hundredth time than spend any more time with this book. I can see why others might like it, but for me it's an incredibly frustrating and irritating read.