Elizabeth and Darcy could not be any happier: they are still fond of one another, they live in their cosy home, Pemberley (Pemberley rhymes with Manderley...), in the circle of loving friends and family members. However, one day a not so welcomed relative appears: Lydia, Elizabeth's younger sister. She stumbles out of her carriage, screaming that someone has just shot her husband, Wickham (an ill-famed gentleman) somewhere in Pemberley's forests...
The atmosphere of Death Comes to Pemberley is great - both the warm and friendly start, and the air of mystery somewhat later. The familiar characters are also fine. My favourite one is, of course, Lydia, with all the real, believable, likable human frailties of her egocentric persona.
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