The best of the faux Jane Austen sequels or retellings, which isn't much of a compliment, except this was okay. Unrealistically (because no one recounts word-for-word conversations in letters) but appropriately epistolary; wisely refraining from any interference with Emma's main characters while satisfyingly gossiping about them; plus the marriages so vital to an Austeny plot. The author clearly has no good opinion of Frank Churchill, which pleases me: I've never understood what Jane Fairfax sees in him.