I have mixed feelings about this book. On one hand, the author does an excellent job giving her text and dialog a true 19th century sound. I like that in an historical romance, and not all authors even make the effort.
On the other hand though, the plot (and I use that term generously) is unbelievably dull and repetitive. Nothing much happens, unless you're interested in detailed descriptions of every room in Pemberly, the gardens at Pemberly, and a bunch of neighbors of Pemberly who appear to have put in just to populate the scene. I didn't count how many times Lizzy and Darcy have sex, but it's a lot. Not even abundant coupling, however, saves the book, as the sex is decidedly NOT hot. It's lukewarm at best, and accompanied by so much gooey love chatter, that this reader felt like a ten-year-old boy going "eeewww."
This author has written 8 other Darcy books, but perhaps she should have combined them into just two or three books instead. She has a talent, and I urge her to leave the Darcys alone now and use her imagination to write some original fiction.