I so wanted to like this book since I love P.D. James and Pride and Prejudice. Unfortunately this is James at her worst. The story drags on and on and doesn't get to the death for much too long. And of course, you are praying that when Lydia declares that Wickham is dead that she is right since he is such a prick. Then the resolution to the murder was so convoluted and unlikely that I was angry that I had waded through so many pages to get to it. James needs to stick with the wonderful Adam Dalgliesh stories if she continues to write.