I'm linking up with Judy's Watcha Reading Tuesday (even though it's Wednesday here, but you know how this goes ...) I am currently reading Death comes to Pemberley, by P.D. James, which I picked up a few days ago at the annual Australia Day book fair at Braidwood for the princely sum of one dollar. It's only a couple of years old, and is a murder mystery set as a sequel to Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice - so it takes place at Pemberley, where Lizzie Bennett has gone to be Mrs Darcy and live happily ever after.
This book is awful. I like P.D. James and a good murder mystery. I love Jane Austen and all the characters in Pride and Prejudice. But this book is stilted and awkward and silly. Everyone stands around declaiming in a self-consciously 1803 way. The plot seems dippy and the characters are shallower than a dried up puddle. I will probably read it to the end, because I want to find out whodunnit, but then it's going on the donate pile without a second glance.