This is one of the most delicious books I've read in years. A modern version of Pride and Prejudice, Lions and Liquorice turns Austen's demure maidens into a pair of North Yorkshire males whose lives are turned upside down when a production of Pride and Prejudice shows up in the village for filming. In this version, it's the women who are rich, famous and successful, starting with the Darcy figure, who is the 'tall, dark, and arrogantly handsome woman director.' The chief character, Nicholas Llewellyn Bevan, is a local writer whose reviews are better than his income, and who, like Elizabeth Bennett, finds himself reluctantly drawn to the director. But that's just the beginning. The Pride and Prejudice echoes take place on at least three levels, the wit is wonderful, and the ending quite satisfyingly romantic.