This book made me realize one significant thing: Jane Austen doesn't work well as a direct translation. Maybe it's this book specifically; after all, "Clueless" remains one of my favorite movies of all time. There's just something...inane about the entire premise of this story set in modern times. I cannot fathom the depth of narcissism and ineptitude in this version of Marianne and Mrs. Dashwood. Honestly, they were completely despicable. Okay, I may be exaggerating a tad (plus I didn't really like either of them in the original, either). Because on the flip side, the characters fell really flat for me. And overall, I think I was a tad offended by the portrayal of 21st century women whose entire lives revolved around men. I can swallow that in Austen's time, but not mine. I made it to the end, which is more than I can say for most books that I dislike, so that's saying something. Not my favorite adaptation.