Earned half a star simply for including the name of Colin Firth in the title. Otherwise, it wouldn't have earned any stars at all. After managing to make it through 1 1/2 hyperglycemic chapters, I literally threw it down onto a table in the middle of chapter 2 when the author quoted the worst line in any Pride and Prejudice production: "I love, I love, I love you," alluding a connection to Colin Firth. As any Firth fan knows, this line was, in fact, spoken not by Firth, but in exasperating monotone by Matthew Macfadyen in a 2005 film production - easily the greatest travesty ever performed on an Austen work. For a novel supposedly about women obsessed by Colin Firth, this represents pretty shoddy research. A week later, I picked up the book once more to thumb through and find out whether the characters ever managed to meet Colin Firth. I'll not spoil it for you in the event you're brave enough to read it, but I have one word that best describes this novel: kindling.

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