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Review: Rude Awakenings of a Jane Austen Addict, by Laurie Viera Rigler


Rude Awakenings of a Jane Austen Addict is the sequel to Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict. This time the tables are turned—a young 19th century woman named Jane Mansfield wakes up in the body of Courtney Stone, a 21st century woman living in LA. Jane here has more challenges to overcome than Courtney did, as she learns to adopt herself to a totally new life. Along the way, she becomes attracted to Wes, one of Courtney’s friends. She also learns a lot about herself, and she learns that the 21st century isn’t so much different from the 19th, after all.

This book was a quick read; I finished it in two sittings. It’s enjoyable for the most part, and funny. There’s good character development, but only insofar as Jane/ Courtney goes; the other characters aren’t as well defined. The ending of the novel was very open-ended, too. There’s not much focus on how or why Jane and Courtney exchanged bodies (yes, Courtney hit her head in a pool and Jane fell off her horse, but that doesn’t quite explain how time travel resulted). On the other hand, I thought the author captured Jane’s sense of confusion upon waking up in Courtney’s body perfectly. It’s a cute idea, and a unique take off the whole “Jane Austen lit” craze, that isn’t a continuation of one of Austen’s novels. It’s a good summer book that good for escapist reading.

Also reviewed by: Peeking Between the Pages, The Bookworm, She Is Too Fond of Books

Comments

Anonymous said…
This one sounds like fun. I'm always looking for another "Austen" book.
Anonymous said…
PS Have you heard about the Everything Austen challenge over at Stephanie's Written Word??
Anonymous said…
I really enjoyed this book and will be reviewing it shortly.

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