Once upon a time, there lived a woman named Jane
who wrote novels that caused her warranted fame,
now she probably lies in her grave with unrest
because she stars in books that can be a shitfest,
and one of those novels is this:
So I received a free copy of Jane and the Twelve Days of Christmas, which is awesome, but the book itself is not one I recommend.
It’s pretty terrible – a “mystery” that doesn’t really contain much, you know, mystery.
It stars Jane Austen as a novel-writer/detective who just happens to stumble across murder all the time (this is the twelfth book in the mystery series). In this case, it is Christmas-time, and Jane is being snarky as she visits her relatives & visits old family friends in their nice house.
The whole book revolves around the concepts of legitimacy and honor, which could, to be fair, be interesting topics, but which are not in this particular novel.
Jane comes across as someone who is not fun to be around, and the insinuation is made that she derives the plot of Persuasion from the occurrences in this novel. Jane is noticeably judgmental, including being disdainful for the voiced opinions of a woman whose poverty Jane, herself, seems to have no conception of, and including negativity towards the parenting style of her brother and his wife which seemingly could be partially derived from the fact that Jane, herself, has never born children herself.
Oh, there’s also some romance that is hinted at, for no apparent reason whatsoever.
So… I don’t recommend reading this one. Unless you devour absolutely everything Jane Austen related, regardless of the virtue of its’ content, or you have been reading this series and really need to know what happens next.