How marvelous it was to read in Victoria Kincaid’s newest novel, When Mary Met the Colonel, that all these years, over 200, Mary Bennet had been a misunderstood character. It is great to read a version like this, because telling the truth it would be disappointing to learn that -you see in many variations- she is married to a clergyman who is just as boring as she was.
You need to read it to find out the twist, but I promise you will love it. The plot is well done and the angst is tastefully constructed. It is ‘simple’ (not at all in a derogatory meaning) when we don’t want to worry too much and it is very original and clever when the story requires it.
The only thing I would have written differently is that Elizabeth was a bit less understanding in one situation than I expected. I think I can see why; the excuse could be that she is Mrs Darcy now, she takes her role seriously and doesn’t want to pollute the shades of Pemberley with a potential scandal, but still…
It was heartbreaking to see how does Mary think about herself, however she only said what we already knew (from the canon) and what other characters thought about her. I’m wondering, Is it harder to listen the ‘truth’ when the actual person talks about herself? Or is it because we already know that she is misunderstood? It turned out that after all Mary doesn’t vary from Lizzy and Jane and this ‘new’ Mary and the Colonel are a perfect match furthermore Mary is sort of a woman I want as a friend.
Watch out for the confession she made about a certain book – shocking.
There is nothing else left, but wait for Ms Kincaid’s next book. Pray, Make haste!