Bleh. If I could have given this 1 1/2 stars, I would have. Although I did start getting more involved in the story in the last 50 pages, I found that for most of it, I was just slogging through. The action is slow to develop, and although there are some subplots, none of them are all that engaging since they have no suspense to them, and most are pretty much resolved at the point that they're introduced. George Warren's appearance and actions, while kind of fun in the sense that they continue the Warren tradition of being scheming money-grubbers, feel very underbaked and really could have done with more development. That statement goes for the characters of the novel in general as well: none are really memorable or anything more than shadows of people. There's nothing distinctive, interesting, or particularly compelling about them, and that goes especially for the protagonist, Olivia. I didn't find myself feeling anything for her, and I think part of it was the third-person-omniscient narration style that simply reports on what Olivia's doing in a superficial kind of way, and then abruptly shifts briefly to random other characters' points of view for no conceivable reason, since their short and sporadic inputs don't seem to further the plot much (except in Rutherford's one extremely lucky coincedence that sets him up to save the day later). Besides that, though, as a reader, I never really felt I entered Olivia's head or heart, and so she just seems to me a cardboard Lizzy Bennet knock-off who "speaks her mind," "is honest," and "has somewhat of a temper."
Another thing that I realized is that Aston rarely describes her characters' physical appearances, and I wonder if that's intentional. It left me feeling like everyone was more or less faceless; I would only discover 50-100 pages after "meeting" them that they were "handsome," "striking," or "graceful," and was lucky to get even that. I think it's an interesting idea to not dwell too much on the physical, but don't think it was executed mindfully here, or in a way that suited the story.
It was interesting to me that Aston used a play to unite everyone toward the end, since that was the same basic technique as in the modern-day Pride and Prejudice rewrite that I read, Pride, Prejudice, and Jasmin Field. I have to say that I liked that book better, since the characters felt real and actually elicited emotion rather than just a feeling of indifference, not to mention that the book itself was just a whole lot more fun. (Pains me to say that, though, especially since Aston's an Oxonian.) Of course, both novels share the frenetic final matchmaking of just about every person in the story, which felt excessive in both cases, but I think The Second Mrs. Darcy clinches the title.
I wanted to like that Aston had Olivia start her story off in India, but felt that the atmosphere there and Olivia's feelings towards it were never given more than a surface gloss, and while I appreciated her attempts to work in historical and political details, they never really did anything to further the action in the book; if anything, they slowed the pace without having sufficient detail to add intrigue about the broader context of the world that the characters were moving in and the forces that may have been playing upon them.
The brief references to P&P characters were... okay, but again, not memorable; they were just thrown in there for the hard-core fans, and otherwise, this story could have happened to any girl in a similar position in relation to any well-off family. Those little tidbits were mainly little brain-treats thrown to us English lit nerds, but I wouldn't recommend the book overall as anything more than just something to pass the time with.