Well, its about what I expected. Jane austen for boys, with worse writing, no women with interiority, and rather than contemporary it is a post war brit romanticising 150yrs prior. Not sure I can even tell my family member I consumed any of it. Plus my "listen to audiobooks 8h a day" job is done for another while so who knows when I could bang the rest out. Maybe I never will.

(Jane Austen fucking rules by the way, don't get me wrong.)