Several months ago my friend Britt picked Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict for our (extremely casual) book club; in the last couple of weeks, we both finally got around to reading it. Sadly, neither of us loved it, although you’ll have to go to her blog to see what she thought of it. (Google “Confessions of a Book Habitue”. She does pictures.) The narrator just seems on the vulgar side for someone THAT into Jane Austen, and some of the plot elements didn’t–quite–work for me. Its companion novel, Rude Awakenings of a Jane Austen Addict, was actually quite a bit better, but unfortunately, that just made it between “okay” and “good” on my book scale. Confessions tells the story of a girl from LA who wakes up in the body of a woman in 1813 England, while Awakenings gives us the story of the displaced English girl in LA. If this seems totally your thing, you might enjoy them (especially the second one), but I can’t advise you to rush out and read them today. (Although I did enjoy the second one a good bit more. I can’t imagine what it would be like to read that one first, however, because I didn’t, and it’s so difficult to un-know in hindsight.)
Anyway. It’s up to you on these two.