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The Lost Memoirs of Jane Austen by Syrie James

The Lost Memoirs of Jane Austen
rating: 5 of 5 stars
Oh my, this book was lovely. Syrie James does her very hardest to convince you that this is Jane Austen's very words written down on paper, and she did a wonderful job. She must have read Jane's books many times, because she had the Regency language down to an art.

I really came to know and love Jane Austen more, even though a lot of it was only probable. I really wanted this story to be real, I loved the characters . . . especially Mr Ashford.

I would advice people who have not read Sense and Sensibility or Pride and Prejudice should read them before devouring this book, as it gives away some of the plot, since Jane is working on them through most of the story.

I hope others enjoy this book as much as I did. Except for the ending, which was historically accurate and made me wish history had been different, I still thought this book was great, and I'm glad my mother found it while we were perusing a bookstore on my birthday.

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