It's practically a Pride and Prejudice marathon over here.
Except none of it's the original Jane Austen book.
It started when I first visited our town's Little Library, a drop point where we can take and leave books to share. And I came across P.D. James's Death Comes to Pemberley on the very day that my friend Lambeth emailed me about it.
Now, I haven't started reading it, but I am reading Longbourn, Jo Baker's marvelous servants' version of the events of the novel. It's Dickensian narrative with Austenian trappings--and I'm loving it.
Meanwhile, I can't believe it, but Mama is listening to the audiobook of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies! And she can't stop laughing about it.
Plus, inspired by a FB post of an old high school buddy showing the "No Life . . . Without Wife" song from Bride and Prejudice, I rewatched that Bollywood-esque musical of the novel, which I've always enjoyed.
Which means now, of course, I mush rewatch Colin Firth in the classic.
And maybe even later Greer Garson and Lawrence Olivier.
Oh, and yeah, the actual original novel is on my reading list, too.