Published by Michael O'Mara on August 30th 2012
Genres: JAFF, Pride and Prejudice, Parody
A hilarious parody of an erotic bestseller and a romantic classic—those wanting a little naughtiness in their lives should prepare themselves for Mr. Darcy's Blue Broom-Cupboard of Seriously Kinky Sh*t
Lizzy Steele had been brought up to be a proper lady with perfect manners, skilled in conversation, and well respected in the community. But when Mr. Elliot Bingley comes to court Lizzy's sister, she is given the opportunity to learn a somewhat different skill set upon her introduction to his friend, a Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy. It only takes one chance meeting with this tall, dark stranger for Lizzy to be lured into Darcy's secret world of lascivious practices and lusty urges. Drawn like a moth to his flame, Lizzy is the mistress of her own undoing, for Darcy has made no protestations of love; indeed, his intentions were made plain from the outset. But even the most innocent and well brought-up of young ladies have urges, and as Lizzy learns that a riding crop isn't just used for going for a canter on her pony, a whole new world is revealed to her—shaded black and leather-clad.
This book. This book. Whoever wrote this was either bored or high as a kite. Maybe both.
I’m giving it 3 stars for the entertainment factor. I was laughing throughout the first half of the book, but somewhere in the middle of the second half, it kind of got old for me. But anyway, since it made me laugh hysterically, the 3 stars remain.
As the title says, this book is a parody. The author laid it on thick. The book mostly made fun of Fifty Shades of Grey and the romance genre in general, so if you’re a fan of 50 Shades and you think you’ll get offended with anything that mocks it, this book is not for you.
When I first saw the title, I expected this to be Pride and Prejudice in the world of 50 Shades of Grey. You know, the CEO-student/journalist world? 21st century. It’s not. It’s 50 Shades in the Regency era.
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good riding crop must be in want of a pair of bare buttocks to thrash…”
Yeah. I know.
Instead of marriage, Mrs. Bennet hopes her five daughters would one day lose their virtue. Not just one day, soon. Thankfully, an extremely eligible man named Elliot Bingley and his good friend Fitzwilliam Darcy have occupied Netherfield Park.
As I’ve said, Fifty Shades of Mr. Darcy mainly mocks the Fifty Shades trilogy. Darcy’s *insert random, flowery adjective* “grey eyes” are frequently mentioned.
“I have many shades, Miss Bennet,” said Mr. Darcy. “About fifty, last time I counted.”
Elizabeth was astounded, and immediately coloured.
“Put down those damn crayons and look at me!” Darcy commanded.
The risqué scenes were overpowered by humor, so if you’re expecting anything sensual, this book does not have it.
This book is not meant to seduce. It’s meant to humor anyone who dares to read it. It is an innuendo minefield. Most of the jokes are crass. Entertaining for some, but I’m sure this book is not for everyone.