Publisher: Swoon Romance on September 16, 2014
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Young Adult
Pages: Novel Length
Source: Blog Tour
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Sixteen-year-old Liza Johnson takes fangirl to a whole new level of crazy when she decides to take dating advice from her literary hero: Jane Austen.
With the help of her best friends, Liza sheds her ancient-speak and complete Austen wardrobe for something a bit more modern in an attempt at finding her very own Mr. Darcy.
Enter Will, the new kid and Liza's Darcy incarnate. Add her BFF's ex to mix and the sexy Brit who kisses with an accent, and Liza is in trouble.
So, what's a girl to do? Without her mom to go to relationship advice, Liza turns to the only person she can truly trust with matters of the heart via her mother's copy of COMPLETED WORKS OF JANE AUSTEN.
It's too bad Austen's heroines have never played Spin the Bottle or Seven Minutes in Heaven. Liza's determined to find her true Austen-esque happy ending, but if she can't trust herself instead of books, she just might end up in her own tragic love story.
“I know. But come on, Liza. Let’s dress up. I want us to look good for Will.”
“Because he’s somebody new!” She spun around, the purple top in her hands flailed out. “He doesn’t know us like everyone else. He doesn’t have us tagged yet. We’re not weird Janie or Jane Austen-obsessed-Eliza yet. We’re just us.” Janie threw herself down on the bed, arms spread wide open. “We can be whoever we want to be.”
“I am who I want to be, Janie.”
She sat up and faced me. “Listen…” Janie always said listen when she wanted to talk serious. “You want someone to like you for who you are, but they can’t get past your shirts or your crazy nineteenth century speeches. Sometimes I think you do it on purpose.”
“Cole Foster would walk right by you. Mr. Darcy would walk right by you.”
“Not if he’s my Mr. Darcy. In the book—”
“This isn’t a book, Liza. This is real life. In real life, Darcy wouldn’t look at you.” She propped herself up on her elbows. “That is, even if there are Darcy’s out there at all.”
“There are.” “Sure. Then why am I still single?” She took the magazine from my hands again and stared at Cole in a bathing suit on some white sandy beach.
“It’s early yet.”
“Early? Really? What about Lydia? And Marianne? And Catherine?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Lydia? Please.”
“Okay. That was a bad example, but the other two weren’t.”
“Then go put on a pair of jeans and this purple top.” She grabbed the shirt off the bed and tossed it at me, then she laid back down on the bed with her feet crossed behind her and read the article about Cole. Inside, Janie kept her romantic conforming side all locked up with the key hidden in her ripped jeans.