I take a personal interest in this month’s theme of Sonnets and Bonnets, because as it happens I am the daughter and the wife of poets. My father, Paul Eaton Reeve, was a fairly well-known avant-garde Greenwich Village poet who did most of his writing and publishing in literary magazines in the 1930s and 1940s. …
Mr. Darcy put down his book and his face lighted as his wife entered the library. “So, you have found me,” he greeted her with a smile. “That is not a matter of wonder. Where else would you be likely to be found, such a dark wet day as this, save the library?” “Very true, …
“My dear Lord Byron,” wrote Lady Catherine, then laid down her quill to gaze dreamily out at the canal with a romantic expression that on her normally hard and imperious face, would have been deeply disturbing if any one had been there to observe it. But she was alone in the palatial chamber that Darcy …
So here it is again, the next chapter in my new novel, which should be coming out the third week in February. This time we’re in familiar territory, namely, the Meryton Assembly, and Darcy and Elizabeth are in the same room. I should warn you, though, that things don’t work quite in the same way! …
Well, it’s the new year, folks, and time for a brand new Pride and Prejudice variation. This one is a bit of a departure for me because it features a Darcy who is a bit more angsty. Usually, like Lizzy, I like to laugh just a little bit at dear Mr. Darcy, but this time …
All may not be sunshine and roses as our joyous couple had expected. What began as a delightful journey full of teases, anticipation, and longing, has just taken a frightening turn. Someone has followed them, and they know George Wickham by name. Catch up on previous adventures here: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part …
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