Alexa Adams's Blog, page 18

Mr. Darcy's Christmas Calendar by Jane Odiwe

After that day, time at Chawton cottage, and the calendar, which had seemed to work so magically together, began to alter. When Lizzy woke the next morning and attempted to open the door she found it was stuck and resisted being opened at first. There was no glow of light behind the perforations of door number eight, as there had been previously, and it simply wouldn't open. She didn't want to

What this Janeite wants for the holidays ...

This post is actually for the benefit of my relations. If you ask me what I want this year, I'm going to ask for money. If you want to buy me a gift, make it one of these:

1) JT Originals Christmas Kiss Tree Ornament: http://www.jt-originals.com/christmas...



Please!!! I really want this. It would please me endlessly to add this to my tree. And while you are buying, artist

I'm still here! It's just NaNoWriMo. Twisted Austen winners.

No, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, though it sometimes feels like it. Twisted Austen seems a million years ago already, and I am only getting around to announcing winners now. Rafflecopter seems really glitchy for some reason, and I am sorry if it inconvenienced anyone. With no further ado the winners are:


Day 1: Chiara L.

Day 2: Angela W.

Day 3: Susan M.

Day 4: Ceri T.

Day 5:

Becoming Mrs. Norris: Part Seven

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six




Miss Ward did not
get to enjoy her entire season in London, and she never saw her youngest sister
again.



Barely a month
into their stay, Sir Thomas, Lady Bertram, and Miss Ward quit the capital for
Huntingdon, where Mr. Ward summoned them following the elopement of Frances
with Lieutenant Price. It seemed the gentleman,

Becoming Mrs. Norris: Part Six

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five




The wedding of
Maria Ward to Sir Thomas Bertram was a triumph for all of Huntington, providing
the entire town with a constant flow of gratifying gossip for many months. Lady
Bertram arrived in state a few days before the ceremony to meet and approve her
new daughter-in-law. Sir Thomas’ mother had not left the neighborhood of
Mansfield

Becoming Mrs. Norris: Part Five

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four




That night was
the worst Miss Ward had known since she lost her parents. Sleep was impossible
as all the ramifications of Mr. Richards’ departure from her life flooded upon
her. Not to see him, not to talk to him, never to have the children of whom
they had so often dreamed … these were the notions that consumed her mind until
the break of dawn,

I've been Interviewed at My Kids Led Me Back to Pride and Prejudice!

Interrupting this Twisted Austen once more to point your attention towards another blog, My Kids Led Me Back To Austen, where Tamara H has posted an interview she did with me. It had been a while since I had done an interview, and she asked really great questions. Lots of fun. Please check it out and enter to win copies of The Madness of Mr. Darcy!

http://tamaraausten77.blogspot.com/20...

Becoming Mrs. Norris: Part Four

Part One / Part Two / Part Three




Miss Maria was ready to greet Sir
Thomas when he arrived for dinner Wednesday evening, decked out in a new gown
her sister felt justified in purchasing for the occasion. Maria must look her
best, just in case Sir Thomas had any unresolved doubts about the proposal,
despite his professed conviction. Miss Ward ushered him into the usual parlor
to gaze upon such

Lunacy Legislation and The Madness of Mr. Darcy at More Agreeably Engaged

I have a pretty awesome (if I may say so myself) guest post at More Agreeably Engaged (home of Janet T, the wonderful artist responsible for the annual Pride & Prejudice calendars) discussing lunacy legislation in the Georgian period. It's really kind of fascinating and the perfect, gruesome, pre-Halloween distraction form whatever it is you ought to be doing. There are also two ebook copies of

Becoming Mrs. Norris: Part Three

Part One / Part Two




“You wished to see me, Uncle?”



“Yes. Sit down.”



This was highly unusual. Miss Ward
had been asked to sit in the smoky office only twice during her residence in
the house. The first time she was taken to task for having put more than her
share of fuel on the hearth in Frances’ room (at the doctor’s orders when the
child had a severe head cold); the second was when