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Mr Darcy in print

I think I may have been avoiding you, lovely blogspace, because I haven't had any books to share for book chat!

But, I did happen upon a book at the bookstore the other day that had me thinking (not reading, see below): Colin Firth's biography. I had such mixed feelings as I stood admiring the handsome cover (yes, maybe I stood admiring it just a little too long, to be honest with you). There is something that feels altogether wrong about a) reading about Mr Darcy's 'real' life - it could be sordid, you know b) reading about Mr Darcy's 'real' life - bursting the bubble just one little bit could spell the end of my pick-me-up BBC P&P ritual, and now that would be perfectly devastating.

this sweet image entitled 'wet firth' is taken from www.telegraphy.co.uk

Sorry, I could only find the cover image in tinsy tiny.

Colin Firth The Biography by Alison Maloney
I'd be ok to hear reports though, so if you happen to have read it, do let me know what you thought of it. Just not the details.

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  1. I share your nervousness, yet I think I will have to read it. I'll let you know!

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