Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict

Praise

“This frothy take on literary time travel will appeal most to readers well versed in the celebrated author’s memorable characters and themes.”—Booklist

“[A] delightful comic romp … Jane Austen makes a cameo appearance that is pure pleasure.”—The Times Picayune

“[A] charming novel… Rigler writes beautifully… a light and deftly orchestrated visit to 1813.”—Austen Blog
 
“Confessions is a novel of manners, but with a nifty twist. Laurie Viera Rigler sets the sensibilities of a 21st century L.A. woman against the manners of Regency England to watch the sparks fly. By turns funny, thoughtful, romantic and suspenseful, this engaging story is as brisk and delightful as ‘taking a turn in the shrubbery’ in the company of a handsome gentleman. If you’ve ever fantasized about being a Jane Austen heroine, this is your book.”—Judith Ryan Hendricks, author of Bread Alone
 
“A rich, saucy lark of a book for all of us who have ever looked at our lives and marveled, ‘How did I get here?'”—Marisa de los Santos, author of Love Walked In
 
“Courtney, flung into the past, learns the importance of living in the present even as she challenges our assumptions about identity and memory. I read this wonderful novel in a single sitting; Jane Austen fans will love it!”—Masha Hamilton, author of The Camel Book Mobile
 
“Rigler evokes the Jane Austen period masterfully, along with the perplexity of a 21st century L.A. woman, Courtney Stone, who lands unexpectedly in the body of a 19th century British woman in a world of chamber pots, chaperones, and different rules about finding true love. Courtney’s navigation of the delicate 19th century social scene and her attempts to figure out how to get back to her ‘real’ 21st century life make for a hilarious and affecting, all-around wonderful read.”—Ellen Baker, author of Keeping the House
 
“A devotee of all things Austen… discovers the reality of life in Regency England: rampant body odor, sexual and class repression and a style of medical care involving bloodletting… Despite the smells, little in [her] current lifestyle—including most of the men—can compete with the erotic charge of dancing in a candlelit ballroom.”—USA Today