This book is the story of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy on their honeymoon, and it's so badly written that it's like this disaster that fascinates you; like not being able to look away from a train wreck! I just had to read the whole thing. I couldn't stop reading, despite (or maybe because of) the horror of the bad writing.

There is no plot. No plot whatsoever. There's a string of everyday events, and one bit of action closer to the end, but nothing that connects the story. Literally, nothing at all happens for 90% of the book.

There's no Jane and no Bingley at all, and very little of Georgiana or Col. Fitzwilliam. There's a bunch of lists of random people that Elizabeth makes friends with at social gatherings, but the people have no depth. They are ghost people with no character to them. Names on a list of invitations to dinner. Supporting characters who don't support the non-existent story in any way. What is their purpose?

Elizabeth and Darcy are horrifyingly sentimental on EVERY page. I mean, I can understand there needs to be a little of the over-the-top cutesy romantic stuff since they ARE on their honeymoon, but OMG every page is full of the most trite, repetitive, sweetsy dialogue. "I love you." "No, I love you more." "No, I love YOU more." Forever and ever, on and on. "My darling, my love, my sweet, my life, you are my everything. I die for you!"
Gag.

I love romance, but there's a point where it's just too much, tooooooooo much, and that point was reached by page 25 in this case. When it's repeated on every page, it just doesn't feel sincere somehow.

Don't even get me started on the unrealistic historical setting. This is not Austen's world. Nope. The dialogue makes this pathetic attempt to imitate Austen's style, but there a ton of modern idioms used and modern ideas, and it just makes me cringe through every sentence!

I was surprised to see that the author is a Christian, because the book is more than a little racy! I blushed through most of it.