I was none too pleased that the same week I decided to finally read Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice a bunch of yahoos decided to release (or write, or something) a book called Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. I do not like zombies. I like robotos. Robots are better than ninjas and pirates and zombies all put togther.

Also, zombies are dumb and hipsters love them. Hipsters ruin everything with their stupid fetishes — like bacon and cupcakes.

But this isn’t about zombies or hipsters, this is about Jane Austen’s book which I want to call pre-Edwardian chick lit. I have no idea when or what pre-Edwardian is. However, I do know what chick lit is, and this is totally it. Of course it’s like the great great great grandmother of chick lit, which makes it kind of cool.

Read the rest of the review on MN Reads.