I mean those two stars in the nicest way possible. I didn't hate it and I thought the climax had real and interesting tension. I'm glad there are more books in the series. 
 That said, it was the sort of pastiche that feels like something stitched together without making anything new. I recognized Jane Austen turns of phrases being used and never felt good about it. The plot elements were like Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility put into a blender then turned up to 'xtreme'. I did not understand or symapathise with the ridiculous conflict between the sisters, especially given the eldest was, what, 28? The man they were fighting over had absolutely no appeal and I couldn't see why they cared so much. They didn't have the driving need of the Bennett sisters to marry, after all, since in practically the first paragraph we're told that Jane's father was much wiser than Mr. Bennett. 
 Mr. Vincent had some potential, but I wish the protagonist's True Love wasn't a minor supporting character. It was a story that didn't know what it was: was it a story about the relationship between the sisters? The spotlight seemed to suggest so, but they had such an intensely shallow relationship. It certainly wasn't a romance. And Jane's growth, what there was of it, seemed contrived. The glamour magic had so much potential and was just... painted over the surface of a screen for the most part. It could have been music or interpretive dance, and the story wouldn't have changed much except at the climax. 
 Oh, and what was up with Jane's father constantly picking out her clothes for her? I kept expecting that to have a point: that he was secretly FABULOUS, or had his own magic, or even just knew how to make Jane look prettiest. But it was never addressed and so it came out feeling kind of creepy. 
 I did pick up the next one, which I will listen to soon. It was nominated for a Nebula, after all.