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April 7, 2014
Being Mrs. Bennet: Chapter Four
Read Chapters One, Two, and Three.
Alison was shown to large bed chamber with adjoining sitting room. The canopied bed was heavily curtained, and the furniture carved mahogany. Having only ever viewed such a room in museums or historical homes, and always across velvet-roped barriers, she entered cautiously, rather afraid to touch anything. Fortunately, Mrs. Hill quickly expelled her sense of
Alison was shown to large bed chamber with adjoining sitting room. The canopied bed was heavily curtained, and the furniture carved mahogany. Having only ever viewed such a room in museums or historical homes, and always across velvet-roped barriers, she entered cautiously, rather afraid to touch anything. Fortunately, Mrs. Hill quickly expelled her sense of
Published on April 07, 2014 16:09
April 3, 2014
The Madness of Mr. Darcy: Chapter 19
I just finished Chapter Nineteen of my second draft of The Madness of Mr. Darcy. I really wish I had this finished last week so it could have been featured at More Agreeably Engaged, but as it wasn't, and it is now, I thought I'd go ahead and post here. The following takes place during Mr. Darcy's second day at Ramsey House. Please please please leave comments! I'm really excited about this
Published on April 03, 2014 06:44
March 31, 2014
Being Mrs. Bennet: Chapter Three
Read Chapter One and Chapter Two.
Real or not, the weight of responsibility for Lydia Bennet descended upon Alison like an anvil on a coyote. She confronted five and a half plus feet of empowered teenager, just itching to do something stupid.
"Mama, may we not go see the puppies?" she persisted with a laugh at such unaccustomed silence in her mother.
"You certainly may not!" She was relieved
Real or not, the weight of responsibility for Lydia Bennet descended upon Alison like an anvil on a coyote. She confronted five and a half plus feet of empowered teenager, just itching to do something stupid.
"Mama, may we not go see the puppies?" she persisted with a laugh at such unaccustomed silence in her mother.
"You certainly may not!" She was relieved
Published on March 31, 2014 13:47
March 28, 2014
Tales of Less Pride and Prejudice at More Agreeably Engaged!
I wish I had gotten this post up on Wednesday as intended, but I just returned him from visiting my in-laws with my daughter and was never able to finagle the computer time. This is also the reason the third chapter of Being Mrs. Bennet did not post on Monday, though I did write it longhand on the plane (I made the questionable choice of traveling without my laptop, thinking its absence would
Published on March 28, 2014 09:34
March 20, 2014
Mr. Darcy Likes It Wild by Beth Massey
I imagine I heard a few deep gasps of shock and astonishment as I typed this post title, and before I proceed further, let me declare that I decided two months ago not to write any more negative book reviews. I have only good things to say about Mr. Darcy Likes It Wild, though I remember shuddering with revulsion when I first became aware of Beth Massey's name, following the publication of
Published on March 20, 2014 13:16
March 17, 2014
Being Mrs. Bennet: Chapter Two
Read Chapter One
"Mama! Are you alright?" a voice cried. Alison assumed it was Kitty, but she sounded strange. She would not open her eyes to see who it was, in deference to the pounding in her brain. She felt she was lying in the grass but had no notion or interest in how she came there. The ache in her head overrode any other concern.
"La! It is a miracle any of us is alright!" said a new
"Mama! Are you alright?" a voice cried. Alison assumed it was Kitty, but she sounded strange. She would not open her eyes to see who it was, in deference to the pounding in her brain. She felt she was lying in the grass but had no notion or interest in how she came there. The ache in her head overrode any other concern.
"La! It is a miracle any of us is alright!" said a new
Published on March 17, 2014 12:14
March 13, 2014
Terrific Review of Second Glances & Sneak Peak at The Madness of Mr. Darcy!
Please stop by A Spoonful of Happy Endings, a truly lovely blog, and read the fabulous review Jody wrote for Second Glances: A Tale of Less Pride & Prejudice Continues. I do think Sir James Stratton the most charming creature I have ever imagined. Less charming (but terribly tantalizing, I hope) is the excerpt from my next book, The Madness of Mr. Darcy, which follows Jody's review. The scene
Published on March 13, 2014 11:12
March 10, 2014
Being Mrs. Bennet: Chapter One
I need to blog! And I need to vent a little. This is entirely off the cuff, though I began the story years ago ...
"That's my shirt! I bought it at the concert. You weren't even there!"
"Whatever, Kitty! You wore my skirt last week, and I didn't make such a big deal out of nothing."
"But I was going to wear it today!"
Not yet! Alison Bateman prayed, pulling the covers more firmly around her
"That's my shirt! I bought it at the concert. You weren't even there!"
"Whatever, Kitty! You wore my skirt last week, and I didn't make such a big deal out of nothing."
"But I was going to wear it today!"
Not yet! Alison Bateman prayed, pulling the covers more firmly around her
Published on March 10, 2014 17:50
February 24, 2014
Caroline's ComeUppance by Tess Quinn
I feel terrible for not having written this review sooner. Actually, terrible is a mild term for how I feel about my abysmal lack of blogging so far this year, especially after working so hard last year to consistently post. There are several reviews in need of writing, but this one is the most delayed. I read Caroline's Comeuppance just after Christmas. My reviews always come out best when I
Published on February 24, 2014 12:47
January 25, 2014
How to Mourn like Jane Austen Part Two: Write a Poem
The hardest part of grief is that it never goes away. With time, it might become less acute, but then something happens to remind you of the person lost - a joke, a song, a scent - and the pain comes crashing down upon you as intensely as when they first died.
The following is a poem composed by Jane Austen in honor of Mrs. Lefroy, a dear friend and mistress of nearby Ashe Rectory, who died on
The following is a poem composed by Jane Austen in honor of Mrs. Lefroy, a dear friend and mistress of nearby Ashe Rectory, who died on
Published on January 25, 2014 05:04


