In this amusing Jane Austen inspired novel heartbroken Courtney Stone goes to sleep in her modern-day Los Angeles apartment only to wake up the next morning in the body of an nineteenth-century Englishwoman named Jane Mansfield. With no idea how she got inside Jane’s body, Courtney must negotiate Jane’s aristocratic English life without revealing that “Jane” is no longer who everyone thinks she is. Sporadic memories of Jane’s life eventually materialize along with a love interest named Mr. Edgeworth, making Courtney’s newfound existence even more complicated than it already is. Rather than glossing over the realities of nineteenth-century living as so many period novels do, the narrator weaves these details in to the story, entertaining us and torturing Courtney, for example, as she tries to bathe in a house without plumping. Courtney’s anachronistic expectations and views are what drive the humor in this novel, though her relationships with fellow characters leave something to be desired. Courtney is just as bemused by the end of the story as she was at the beginning, and I couldn’t help feeling that the author missed many prime opportunities for gleaning the modern vs. Regency England conundrum for all its worth. Eventually Courtney makes some headway with her situation, but never develops any real depth. Yet if you are looking for a light, easy read that doesn’t take itself too seriously this novel is entertaining. It certainly made my afternoon commute on the train fly by.