I wanted to read one of P.D. James' mystery series before starting on this standalone novel. So I read Cover Her Face a month ago, and I'm kind of glad I did, because Death Comes to Pemberley is honestly off-putting. This is the silliest, fluffiest mystery; it's like marshmallow fluff. I think James wrote it on a whim, one of those silly ideas we get in our heads, What if we combined Jane Austen with murder? Like Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. But... then it got published, and because its not a parody, people hated it. I didn't really hate it. But it definitely felt like James imprinted on these characters. This Elizabeth and this Darcy definitely aren't mine. If you're attached to your own versions, don't read this book.