Summary: Vanessa Roberts, a PR queen, has the envious task of shepherding around Julian Chancellor, a Mr. Darcy lookalike, at multiple JASNA conferences and finds herself growing more and more distracted by his multiple charms, but he’s an old-fashioned kind of guy, and she’s purely 21st-c. tech. The two are just not compatible. Then there’s also that business with that pesky pirate. 😉 * — *
Kelsey Edmundson has had her own encounter with a Mr. Wickham in her love life, so she rejects the idea of a quickie rebound, especially if it’s Ricky, her best friend’s boyfriend’s friend, or that hottie Aussie bartender at the club, Mark Barnes. Turning to her favorite Austen novel, Pride and Prejudice, to drown her sorrows, Kelsey gets sucked into the fictional world of Pride and Prejudice, just not as Lizzy. Will dallying inside one of the world’s greatest love stories help her rewrite her own?
I don’t always participate in The Broke and the Bookish’s Top 10 Challenge but this week’s challenge was too much fun to dismiss: Pick out 10 things that are related to books (but aren’t books) that you’d like to own. How fun is that? I’ll admit up front that I love shopping from indy artists, especially Etsy, so you’re going to find a ton of stuff on here is from Etsy, with links to purchase back to the artist’s Etsy store. That said, here’s my Top 10 for the week! 1. An original paper sculpture by Irving Harper Mr. Irving Harper works with paper as his medium and I think his sculptures of owls, architectural wonders and floor-to-ceiling sculptural columns. The photo is of a recent book released showing his sculptures. I encourage you to check out a copy and see the awesome stuff he’s doing. Oh, to be able to get frilly, pretty things … but where on earth would you display them? 2. A full weekend’s worth of Regency gowns and accoutrements …
A positively delightful look at young ladies misadventures abroad and the perplexed coppers who must try to wrangle these ladies into some sense of order after “late nights spouting Mozart arias in the streets” (a paraphrase). Although this is clearly satire, a part of me (that wishes that ladies still wore sprigged muslin and talked prettily) would love this to be real. Alas, this is one fashion that has not come around again. I’ll keep waiting.