The Christmas retelling of Pride and Prejudice by #1 New York Times bestselling author Melissa de la Cruz, now in trade paperback.
Pride and Prejudice and Mistletoe from New York Times bestselling author, Melissa de la Cruz, is a sweet, sexy and hilarious gender-swapping, genre-satisfying re-telling, set in contemporary America and featuring one snooty Miss Darcy.
Darcy Fitzwilliam is 29, beautiful, successful, and brilliant. She dates hedge funders and basketball stars and is never without her three cellphonesone for work, one for play, and one to throw at her assistant (just kidding). Darcy’s never fallen in love, never has time for anyone else’s drama, and never goes home for Christmas if she can help it. But when her mother falls ill, she comes home to Pemberley, Ohio, to spend the season with her family.
Her parents throw their annual Christmas bash, where she meets one Luke Bennet, the smart, sardonic slacker son of their neighbor. Luke is 32-years-old and has never left home. He’s a carpenter and makes beautiful furniture, and is content with his simple life. He comes from a family of five brothers, each one less ambitious than the other. When Darcy and Luke fall into bed after too many eggnogs, Darcy thinks it’s just another one night stand. But why can’t she stop thinking of Luke? What is it about him? And can she fall in love, or will her pride and his prejudice against big-city girls stand in their way?
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A Taylor Swift cover of "Last Christmas," originally recorded by Wham! in 1986, strummed from the stereo of the sleek, black town car, where Darcy was sitting in the backseat. Over the driver's seat she could see Edward's head bobbing up and down as they drove over the bumpy terrain, and it was somewhat of a comfort. Edward had worked for the Fitzwilliam family since Darcy was a small girl, and though she told herself over and over that she hadn't missed anything about her hometown in the eight years since she'd fled, the truth was she had missed Edward. Despite being only fifteen years older than she was, he had a grandfatherly twinkle in his blue eyes and an impressively sharp memory that she had always admired. He always remembered everything she told him. And she told him plenty, as he was the only person in her family she felt she could trust.
"She's going to be okay," Edward said from the front seat. "So you can wipe that worried look off your face, my dear."
"Oh, I hope you're right," she said, chewing her bottom lip anxiously. "But you know how my mom is. She'll never let people know if she's suffering."
"That's true." She watched his head bob up and down. "You know, you haven't aged one bit," he said, looking at her reflection in the rearview mirror.
"I know." She tried to smile through her nerves. "You always told me if I kept scowling I'd have forehead wrinkles by twenty-five."
"Now you're twenty-nine and wrinkle free!" He chuckled. "What's your secret, Miss Fitzwilliam?"
He never called her that. Darcy, Darce, the Darcinator, sometimes Darce-Tastic, but never Miss Fitzwilliam — that was her mother's name. Doing so now was a playful acknowledgment of the way she'd skyrocketed to a position of unfathomable power and status, in the time since he'd last seen her, that even her own blue-blooded family had never quite held. He was proud of her, she could tell, and she appreciated it. At least somebody from her old life was.
She swallowed hard, so unsure of how she'd be received in her family home. How should she act when she saw them all again? How did she used to act around them? Suddenly she couldn't remember; suddenly she felt seized by anxiety, like this one interaction with her parents and brothers after eight years would make or break their relationship for the entire future.
From the outside, anyone would think that Darcy Fitzwilliam was doing unusually well on her own in New York City, and in many ways she was. But in her gut she knew something was horribly off, and when she'd got that middle-of-the-night phone call, she finally knew what was missing. Her glamorous Manhattan life was missing family, people to love and to be loved by. She'd hopped on the first flight home. Now, for the sake of at least making a good impression on Edward, she used all her energy to shake off the nervousness and said, "My secret? A lady never reveals her secrets, Mister Peterson."
She turned then to face her reflection. It was true: at twenty-nine and as partner at the second most successful hedge fund in NYC, she didn't look a day over twenty-four. She was confident in her good looks and considered herself to be just as gorgeous as everybody told her she was. Her slender, heart-shaped face boasted elegantly chiseled cheekbones; a lightly freckled, ski-slope nose; big, stormy gray eyes shuttered by naturally long lashes; and a perfectly pouty set of pale pink lips. Now and then she started to think they were losing their youthful luster, and in those moments she'd briefly toy with the idea of getting them plumped. But the thought was always fleeting, as she had far more important things on her mind. The real question for Darcy was not to plump or not to plump. No, it was something far less simple and far more troubling.
See, it is a truth universally acknowledged that any beautiful, brilliant, single woman who is rich as hell will be in want of a husband. She'd heard it time and time again.
"But Darcy, you could have any man in Manhattan!" her closest friend, Kate Myles, would despair from time to time. "Just pick the sexiest one and marry him."
"Marry him?" Audrey Rooney, their third musketeer, would balk. "How about she starts by going on a date with him? The girl probably hasn't seen a naked man in a decade. She could use a little fun."
Darcy would just sit back and watch her friends assess her love life back and forth like a tennis match. That was back when she had time for friends.
And she'd get it from strangers, too. Cocktail party attendees and cabdrivers and doctors and reporters and TV repairmen and waiters and salespeople all wanted to know the answer to one question: Why are you — how are you — still single? And the question on Darcy's mind: Why don't I care?
When, from time to time, she had a few spare hours to analyze and assess her life, she would realize that it wasn't that she didn't ever care to settle down and get married; it was that she had less than zero interest in doing these things with anyone who didn't make her heart absolutely melt. The way Darcy saw it, she'd have real passionate love or she would have none at all. Of course she preferred the thought of the former, but without it, she was prepared to settle on the latter. Anybody who perceived Darcy as coldhearted and callous had misunderstood her. The truth was that beneath her cool exterior was a very warm, very willing heart, waiting patiently to give itself to the right person. She just hadn't found him yet.
The car wound through the dense woods of Pemberley, Ohio, light filtering through the skinny, shivering tree branches onto the gravelly road beneath them. They exited the woods and turned onto a quaint though elegant street lined with quintessentially Midwestern homes, followed by a quintessentially Midwestern church placed at the end of the street like a period at the end of a sentence. From there they turned onto a new street, a broader one, with homes that became increasingly grand in size and stature, and increasingly farther and farther apart. And at the very end of that road, where the street ended in the most expansive cul-de-sac you could imagine, was the Fitzwilliam mansion, looming not unlike a luxury ocean liner. The Fitzwilliam home was rusty brick red with one massive, round, white portico and two rows of twelve dormer windows. Elaborately conical topiary lined the cobblestone path leading up to the tall, black lacquered door. Darcy held her breath as they approached, trying not to think of the last time she'd walked out of that same door. Had it been a mistake? One she wouldn't ever be able to take back?
Edward parked the car and walked around to the back to open Darcy's door for her.
"You can relax, Darce," he said. "They'll all be happy to see you."
Darcy nodded and walked up the cobblestone steps. She held her finger a half inch away from the pearlescent doorbell for several seconds, then pressed it quickly, before she had any more time to think.
The door swung open almost immediately and there stood Lorna Sheppard, the elderly housekeeper. She nodded her graying head formally at Darcy, welcoming her in.
"So good to see you, Miss Fitzwilliam," she said kindly. "It's been too long."
"How is she?" Darcy blurted. She wanted to throw her arms around Lorna, who had practically raised her, but she worried that if she did so she might break down and cry on the spot, right then and there in the resplendent foyer, and that would just be unproductive.
"Stable, dear," Lorna replied. "It will make her feel quite a deal better, knowing you'll be home for Christmas for once."
Darcy looked up and saw the gigantic wreath hanging above the symmetrically curved, double staircases. Christmas. For the past eight years she had lived in New York, all Christmas had meant was dry martinis and lavish office parties where she'd spend an hour or two swatting away the advances of much older men and trying not to look as bitter and grim as she felt. It meant nightly window-shopping extravaganzas on Fifth Avenue, which turned into actual shopping extravaganzas, during which she'd drop thousands on designer bags and shoes and glasses and gloves and jewelry, then take it all home and try it all on and fall asleep, alone, in front of Shark Tank reruns. She couldn't remember the last time she'd spent Christmas Day with someone.
Actually, she didn't have a great memory of any of the past eight Christmases at all. As far as she had been concerned, Christmas alone as the third-wealthiest woman under twenty-nine in New York was a freebie day, a twenty-four-hour period in which she could do as she pleased, and so she started with the martinis sometime around ten in the morning and kept them coming until the next day, when it was time to sober up for work.
And now here she was, dragged back home for the holidays, just like she never wanted to be. Wanting to be near family and actually being near family were two completely different things. But standing here now, she found herself wondering what she'd been so afraid of.
"Is she upstairs?" Darcy asked.
"Yes, in the master bedroom."
"And my dad?"
"He's with her. Hasn't left her side."
"Of course not." Darcy forced a smile and slipped awkwardly past Lorna.
She made her way up the stairs. The banisters were looped with festive gold ribbon and shimmery lametta; real poinsettia berries and fresh mistletoe were hanging from the chandeliers and door frames. Her life in New York was filled with plenty of luxuries and frills, but nothing like this. In New York there wasn't enough room for such extravagant displays of wealth, and so the displays were restricted to a smaller space. As she strolled down the hallway to her parents' bedroom, she took it all in — the baroque sconces and framed portraits of generations of Fitzwilliams, the ice-blue damask wallpaper and ceilings so high they looked like one big, never-ending, open white void — as if seeing it for the first time.
When she came to the end of the hallway, she knocked lightly on the door, the same door she used to knock on in the middle of the night if woken by a nightmare or an unusual noise.
"Who's there?" came her father's voice from the other side.
Silence. Murmuring. Footsteps. Finally, the door opened, and she found herself face-to-face with her dad, John B. Fitzwilliam, looking just as stern and somber as ever, only now with what seemed to Darcy a look of disappointment and resentment layered on top. She gulped. Not much frightened Darcy Fitzwilliam, but her father definitely did.
"Well, well," he said. "Look who it is."
"Johnny, be nice to her." This voice came from Darcy's mother, who lay in a canopy bed, white as paper. A young nurse, maybe in her early twenties, stood by her side, and looked up to smile at Darcy.
Darcy awkwardly circled around her dad and power walked clumsily to the bed. She took her mom's hand in her own.
"Mom!" she laugh-cried. "A heart attack? At sixty-five? You had me worried sick."
"I tell her to fix up her diet," Mr. Fitzwilliam mumbled. "She won't give up those beignets."
"I'm fine. I'm fine." Mrs. Fitzwilliam smiled. "It's all just a ploy to get my baby girl home for the holidays."
"Very funny, Mom." Darcy patted Mrs. Fitzwilliam's hand and sat down by her side. "You know I've just been so ... busy. I'm —"
"Yes, we know," Mr. Fitzwilliam interrupted, then stared past her silently. She could imagine what he was thinking: You're partner at the second-largest hedge fund in New York City, you're practically a princess, you don't have one single weekend or holiday to spare for your family.
"John," Mrs. Fitzwilliam scolded, "I told you to be nice. You'll give me another heart attack!"
"Well I'm sorry, dear, but it's hard to be nice at a time like this." He held his head high, unwilling to look Darcy in the eye. Darcy thought this quite childish but kept the opinion to herself.
"Darcy." Mrs. Fitzwilliam looked up at her daughter. "I am so relieved to have you here, and I know how busy you've been."
Darcy hadn't been home in eight years, but that hadn't been the last time she'd seen her mom. Mrs. Fitzwilliam didn't hold the same grudge against her daughter as Mr. Fitzwilliam did, and so she had flown to New York City on three different occasions. The first time: when Darcy broke up with her college boyfriend, Carl. The second time: when Darcy was hospitalized due to stress and lack of sleep. The third time: when Darcy was made partner of Montrose and Montrose, thus making it Montrose Montrose and Fitzwilliam. It had been a full year, and she realized, as she sat down at her mother's side, just how much she had missed her. She had nothing to do with Darcy's estrangement, after all. As far as Darcy was concerned, she was one of the good guys.
"You're here just in time for the party." Mrs. Fitzwilliam spoke softly, as if trying to save her voice.
"What party?" Darcy asked.
"We'll see if you're even well enough to throw a party," Mr. Fitzwilliam cautioned.
"I told you, I'm fine. Even Dr. Law says I'm fine," Mrs. Fitzwilliam insisted. "And it's not like we can cancel on two hundred people, can we?"
"We can do whatever we want when it comes to preserving your health," he replied.
"What party?" Darcy asked again.
"The annual Christmas party!" Just saying these words seemed to bring a delighted rosy color to her mom's cheeks. "You didn't think we had all these decorations strung up just for ourselves, did you?" "No, I guess not," Darcy said, feeling her hands grow sweaty.
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Fitzwilliam asked. "You used to love our Christmas parties."
"Yeah, when I was a kid." Darcy's fight-or-flight response was starting to kick in. "But I'm just ... I'm not prepared for a party. I don't have anything to wear."
"You don't have anything to wear?" Mr. Fitzwilliam laughed sourly. "You're Darcy Fitzwilliam. Go to Bloomingdale's; it's less than a mile away."
Darcy stuttered, "Oh, okay, but the thing is ..." No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't think of a good excuse for not being able to make it to the party. She had flown all the way out to the middle of nowhere (or so it seemed, compared to New York), and everyone knew she didn't have any other plans.
"Yes?" Mr. Fitzwilliam raised his eyebrows at her.
"Okay, yeah," she gave in. "Of course. I'll get a dress."
Mrs. Fitzwilliam clapped her hands together. "I'm so happy, it's almost like I didn't have a heart attack!"
"But you did," Mr. Fitzwilliam reminded her. "So let's try not to get too excited just yet."
"All right, all right." Mrs. Fitzwilliam took a deep, calming breath. "Darcy, sweetheart, I know you've just traveled a long way. Maybe you'd like to take a bit to get settled? Maybe an afternoon nap would be nice."
"I can have Lorna show you to your room," Mr. Fitzwilliam added.
"Um." Darcy was confused for a moment. "Why would I need her to show me where my room is?"
"Well, it has been quite a long time."
"I see." Darcy quietly took in the jab. "I think I'll be just fine. But thanks for your concern, Dad."
He gestured to the door as if to say Then go. There had been a part of her that thought maybe, after all these years, there was no way he could still be so mad, or so hurt, whichever it was. She closed the door behind her thinking, I guess I was wrong. Time, so far, hadn't healed this wound.
Darcy's childhood bedroom was half a floor beneath her parents' and on the end of a marble landing. It overlooked an Olympic-size swimming pool surrounded by checkerboard tile and white lounge chairs, with an infinity waterfall segueing into a clear blue hot tub. The room hadn't changed one bit since she had last seen it eight years ago. The navy sateen of her canopy bed, the wall of plaques and trophies from high school debates and academic honors and horseback riding competitions. It was all still there. She locked the door behind her and went to her bookshelf, which still held all her old favorite books: The Great Gatsby, Atlas Shrugged, Sense and Sensibility, War and Peace, and so many more. These had been the books to get her through the loneliness of high school. She ran her finger along their spines.
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I enjoyed the role reversing in this modern retelling and that Darcy was a strong female character. The connection between Darcy and Luke could be felt through the pages, which has you hoping Darcy overcomes her pride and Luke his prejudice. A great read to get in the holiday spirit!
I have a question for anyone who likes Pride and Prejudice: Would you read a retelling of Pride and Prejudice set during Christmas in modern day Ohio, where Darcy is a girl and its told from her perspective? If you are anything to me your answer is not “yes” it is “Heck Yes!!! Can I read it right this very second?!?! dkifjdaskfjdkjs!!” I was soooo excited for this book. It is possible that I went into this with too high of expectations, but I don’t think its just me. Pride and prejudice and Mistletoe has an average of 2.66 stars on Goodreads and everyone I know who read it didn’t like it either. If it weren’t for the title and the character names I would not have recognized this as a Pride and Prejudice retelling. And, the few parts of this book that were reminiscent of Pride and Prejudice felt forced. It was as if they were added to try and pigeon hole the story into being a retelling instead of letting it be its own book. Though, even if this story hadn’t been marketed as a Pride and Prejudice re-telling, I still don’t think I would have liked it. There were a lot of issues. One of the big ones was the rashness of the main character’s decisions when it effected other people’s lives. Both Luke and Darcy had other lovers that added to the drama, and the other people were portrayed as deserving of what they got, but it still didn’t give Luke and Darcy the right to treat them the way they did. Another issue was the reactions of the family members to everything. They would act understanding one second and be jumping to conclusions the next. Sometimes they were open and other times they were super judgey. None of the characters seemed to have a defined personality. They were all over the place and it seemed their only purpose was to cause issues for the main characters instead of actually helping the story. I thought they were very poorly written. There was one part of the story that really bugged me. Darcy had a “panic attack” but it was like three sentences long and completely non-believable. I know there are many many forms a panic attack can take but I don’t think that is one of then. I have had panic attacks and they last a whole lot more than 3 seconds and determining they are a panic attack does not suddenly stop the attack! Overall I was very disappointed with this book. It had so much potential but it felt like the author was using Pride and Prejudice as a gimmicky ploy to sell a lot of copies and didn’t actually put any effort into writing a good story. That may sound harsh but I don’t think I am alone in feeling this way. #SorryNotSorry
I don’t know why I keep reading retelling of Pride & Prejudice. None of them live up to the original story and this book was no different. First, I need to preface this by saying I’ve tried to read exactly one other book by Melissa de la Cruz and I hated it and quit after about two chapters. I am clearly not her ideal reader. That said, this sounded like a cute Christmas story and perfect for my 12 Books of Christmas reading challenge. If you’ve enjoyed the author’s other work, you may fall in love with this story. So, we’ll start off with the good things. I love that the author chose to do a gender swap, it’s always nice to shake things up a little bit that way. I also really liked the sub-characters, specifically Bingley and Luke’s brother… who’s name I can’t even remember anymore. I like that the author chose to include a same-sex couple, that really helped to modernize the classic tale. Darcy was a self-made woman who left home all on her own to live the life she wanted, not the one her parents wanted for her, and I love and respect that. Unfortunately my list of dislikes far surpassed my likes. Most importantly, I hated Darcy. While I loved that she was self-made and successful, she was just so immature. I hated almost everything about her and the way she behaved. I didn’t like how Luke acted either half the time. Neither of them held the charm that Lizzy and Mr. Darcy from the original tale possessed, and unfortunately they came across as unlikable and their actions were unredeemable in this reader’s eyes. Honestly, this book just left a bad taste in my mouth. Darcy and Luke’s lack of communication with one another and their personal hang ups and immaturity made them perfect for one another, because I’d hate for anyone else to be saddled with them. At least I can say that my time reading this is over, and I know to never pick up another Melissa de la Cruz book in the future. So, should you read this? I wouldn’t recommend it to my friends, but if you’re a fan of the authors previous work you may fall in love with this one.
My Rating: 3.5 Favorite Quotes: Wanting to be near family and actually being near family were two completely different things. Actually, she had never had a favorite brother before; she had only disliked them all equally for different reasons. They just want grandchildren, like all old people do… And you’re almost thirty. They don’t want to die before they have a chance for you to reproduce. Or worse, stay alive long enough to see you become infertile. My Review: I had considerable difficulty liking Darcy as throughout most of the story she was rather odious, self-involved, prickly, arrogant, thoughtless and insensitive, etc., all of which made her less than appealing and unpalatable, although I did rather pity her a bit as her father was even more toxic. She had few people skills but Darcy was an extremely wealthy and intelligent businesswoman so when her behavior became extremely erratic, impulsive, and unfocused, I decided she must be unraveling as it was inconsistent with her professional success. The narrative was lavishly and colorfully detailed with hits of clever humor and snark, although the story and several of the characters lost cohesion somewhere in the middle and nearly lost me in the process. I stayed the course and was pleasantly relieved once Darcy finally settled herself for an honest face-to-face conversation rather than her previous MO of irrational overreaction and/or flight. The ending was sweet deliverance for all parties and left me with a well-deserved sense of satisfaction and a smile.
When I was pitched this book, I was excited to read a modernized take of Pride and Prejudice. I liked that the heart of the story was similar but with some of the things turned upside down. When I got into this book, I thought it was a women's fiction book with the characters being of an age where I read a lot of women's fiction I was excited, but this book just didn't hit the mark for me. Melissa de la Cruz is a YA author and I would say that the writing for this book felt like a YA book. If you like that sort of thing, then this book would be right on the mark for you, but for me I was ready for a fluffy adult women's fiction story. I wished I had read Pride and Prejudice just before this one so I could have picked out all the little details that were repeated from the original to the remake.
I’m giving “Pride and Prejudice and Mistletoe” a three because it’s cute – for someone on the younger end of the ya reading group. I’m not really sure how it got classified as adult romance, but it does not belong there. It’s a two at best when in that category. There really isn’t anything else for me to say about it. Not recommended. This unbiased review is based upon a complimentary copy provided by the publisher.
Pride and Prejudice and Mistletoe by Melissa de la Cruz is a nicely done modern adaptation of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Darcy Fitzwilliam left her hometown of Pemberley Ohio to escape a marriage she felt forced into. She has had nothing but success, financially, in New York. When she returns home for the first time in years due to her mother's heart attack, memories and people she left behind re-enter her life. The interesting thing about stories based around historical novels like Pride and Predjudice, is that you do, pretty much, know who will end up with who, but all the different tweaks and modernization make it have a form of added suspense and excitement. I felt that Melissa de la Cruz did a good job in developing her own characters in not only Darcy Fitzwilliam and Luke Bennett, but the added, and integral, supporting characters of Bingley Charles, Mike Bennett, Darcy's parents and family, as well as the Bennett family and Darcy's on and off boyfriend Carl Donovan add the depth of cast that you expect in a book based on a classic, which would be sorely missed if absent. Interestingly, after having read Pride and Prejudice (Austen) so many times that its like an old friend, the addition of modern twists, and mistletoe, highlights the back and forth dynamic of the relationships of the characters. Darcy's issues with the speed of Bingley's relationship with Mike Bennett, as well as her own attraction to Luke, has all the issues you recall, but developed in a new way. Additionally, the book is from Darcy's perspective, as opposed to the traditional Bennett perspective and that creates an addition complex, Fitzwilliam, familial dynamic which is its own, unique thing. Overall, I very much enjoyed and recommend Pride and Prejudice and Mistletoe by Melissa de la Cruz, both for being it's own exciting book, but also undeniably a beloved, and apparently timeless, tale of people who let their perceived pride and prejudice get in the way of love and happiness, at least until the end. (I voluntarily reviewed an ARC of this book I received for free from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for my open and honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.)
I am a huge Pride & Prejudice/Austen fan, so I was anticipating a modern-day retelling of P&P - because I lap them up! Austen fans can be rabid and I consider myself fairly easy going in several ways [in regard to reading.] That being said, this book was disappointing. I did expect more from this. Darcy moved away from Pemberley, Ohio to New York City to make something of herself and to move out from under her overbearing father. She became a successful businesswoman, being part of the number one Hedge Fund companies and eight years later she still hasn't visited home. Except when her mother has a heart attack she rushes back home. Immediately it is displayed that Darcy is rather shallow, mean-spirited and selfish. We are all open to interpret Darcy as we will, but as a die-hard fan, it seems rather blasphemous because these are all things Darcy wasn't. Every one of the beloved characters seems to be genderbent, some roles are somewhat toyed with here. The primary one happened to be, none other than Lizzie, of course. Except this version is Luke, he's cocky, arrogant and his plot twist cheapened the relationship or would-be relationship between Darcy and himself. There were multiple instances where I just felt as though something was thrown into the book to shock the reader or something that was added in to just add more flare. It made it highly unrealistic, it lost its authentic feel along the way. Everyone is the richest or most famous. Best at this, or best at that. It is riddled with Mary/Gary Sues. Perhaps I would be okay with that - except there was no depth to the story and one of my favorite stories seems to be mocked. I would give this read 2.8 generous savvy crowns.
as you might imagine from the title, pride and prejudice and mistletoe is a pride and prejudice retelling. but this reimagining of one of my favorite stories cleverly twists the narrative to be told from the perspective of one darcy fitzwilliam, otherwise known as our intrepid heroine. darcy has returned home to pemberley, ohio to see her mother who recently had a heart attack. she's been estranged from her family for years for not bowing to pressure to stay home and marry her high school sweetheart, one carl donovan. while home she reconnects with her best friend, bingley charles. and through his sudden romance with jim bennet, her high school nemesis luke bennet. a series of encounters with luke under mistletoe have darcy reeling. as everything in her life seems to go topsy-turvy. this retelling does a great job of hitting the right beats from the book, but also telling its own story. it's fun to see characters reimagined in different genders but with similar personality traits as in the original. the romance here is more straightforward, but that's okay since the framework of the holiday season constrains the timeline. i've yet to meet a pride and prejudice retelling i don't like, and i think pride and prejudice and mistletoe is a solid entry in the genre. **pride and prejudice and mistletoe will publish on october 17, 2017. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/st. martin's press in exchange for my honest review.
"Pride and Prejudice and Mistletoe" is a cute and quick women's fiction that can easily be read in a sitting or two. Following closely the plot of Pride and Prejudice (with a few modern twists), we start with Darcy returning home to Pemberley after her mother's heart attack. Darcy has been estranged from her family for years and has become very independently wealthy. She has never settled down romantically, likely because she could never find the right guy. At her parents' annual Christmas party, Darcy and her BFF Bingley run into the Bennetts from next door. Sparks fly between Bingley and one of the Bennetts, while Darcy finds herself arguing with Luke Bennett- until they notice they are standing under the mistletoe and kiss. The book is a pretty delightful rom-com which makes for fast and light reading with a holiday theme. The whole book is fairly short, and so events (and feelings) happen very fast. For people who are looking for a quick and fun holiday read without too much thought, this book will absolutely be a delight! If you are looking for a deeper romance, this book will probably be too short for you. I found it just the right light and comic blend to entertain for an afternoon, but you do have to be in the right mood to enjoy the insta-love and misunderstandings that blend into a romance. It follows the plot of Pride and Prejudice pretty closely with some (relatively) minor changes, so fans of P&P will probably enjoy seeing it played out in this modern setting. Overall, I think this is a great, quick holiday rom-com which comes just in time for the holidays. Please note that I received an ARC from the publisher through netgalley. All opinions are my own.
Pride and Prejudice is probably one of my favorite novels ever written. So, when I heard about Pride and Prejudice and Mistletoe, I was excited to get my hands on it and see how this author would adapt this story. I thought Pride and Prejudice and Mistletoe was a lot of fun. I loved the idea of swapping genders and putting this story to a contemporary background. Overall, I found this book to be a fun, sweet and easy read. I easily finished this book in just one sitting. This is my first book by this author and I look forward to checking out more from her in the future.