I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
“Heaven and earth — of what are you thinking? Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?”
Austen had no way of knowing it, but it wasn't Elizabeth Bennett that would pollute the shades of Pemberley; it was P.D. James.
A couple of pages in, I thought "oh, this is looking good - 4 stars at least".
After a few chapters and the mindless, never ending digressions started piling up, I thought "blah, blah, blah. 3 stars."
Then the part where Darcy, Colonel Fitzwilliam and a lawyer start debating the merits of England adding an appeals court to their judicial system, with Darcy's monologue about how it would work, how many judges it would have, etc. and I thought "are you kidding me with this? 2 stars".
The ending of the "mystery" (there is no mystery, only a murdered man and the most ludicrously contrived plot I've ever read) was so sputteringly (made up word) ridiculous, and the epilogue a mind-numbing, insulting rehash of the ending to P&P that my last thought as I closed the book:
Stick a fork in me, I'm done. 1 Star. This was awful.