‘Let us talk… about the weather… I am rather partial to all things wet, Miss Bennet. It makes going inside all the more pleasant.’- Mr. Darcy
Eckstut’s 2001 novella is a well-written parody. However, my compliments stop here. What is an amusing tribute to Jane Austen’s work in a fresh, quirky way, quickly becomes a one-part-pornography-one-part-erotic-fiction disaster that leaves you feeling a little nauseous. Indeed, I put the challenge to anyone to read it without blushing.