I’d heard of Death Comes to Pemberley several years ago, but I’d not paid it much mind. It did not focus on the romance of Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, and for years, that’s what I wanted. However, after noticing the BBC planned to make a mini-series of it, and after watching the mini-series as it aired, I was enamored with the plot. It was brilliant.
I’m not much of a mystery reader, so I did not know who PD James was before the show aired. She’s a master mystery-maker. After watching the show, I immediately hopped and skipped to B&N to purchase the book. I started reading it the same day – this event is rare, so it’s worth mentioning.
The beginning of the book was exactly like the show. I found this both wonderful (because I really loved the show) and really boring (because it is a mystery – I knew what was coming). The prose was somewhere between Jane Austen and contemporary writing. This I found difficult to get into. As I hit the middle of the book, I couldn’t quit reading, I just wanted to gobble it up.
Although the book was wonderful, the show was better. I like the ending a lot more, and it was slightly more dramatic and intriguing thanks to the tension between Darcy and Elizabeth, the strange woman in the woods, and *spoiler alert* Wickham being saved moments before the trapdoor dropped.
I would recommend this book to other Jane Austen lovers, but I’m not sure if it would pose much interest to someone who didn’t know the characters of Pride and Prejudice intimately.