Downton Abbey Read-alikes Novels & Stories

Some were actually using it. A man, who introduced himself as Radcliff, greeted us at the door and escorted us to our rooms. By his accent and skin color, I guessed him to be from Jamaica, but the formality of his dress and behavior intimidated me into not questioning him about it. I marveled at the breathtaking décor as he guided us through the grand house that still contained much of its original furnishings. It was just my taste. It made me think of one of my favorite period television mini-series, “Downton Abby.” It so reminded me of that show that, if it wasn’t for the fact that Downton Abby was filmed in another country, I would have questioned if this house was used to film it.

He nods, “Not a problem.” He walks off, back towards the buffet. She looks at the faces around her. No one looks familiar to her, but that’s to be expected. She picks one of the books Eva had given her, ‘Etiquette for a Royal Courtier’, and starts to read. It was dry, drier than the Sahara in a ten year long drought. But the information is supposed to be useful, so she focusses. When she hears a chair creak, she doesn’t look up immediately, assuming it’s George.

Conner’s POV I didn't really want to go to dinner, but I couldn't abandon my brothers and get away with it. Plus, Heidi would have followed me. It reminds me of a quote from Pride And Prejudice. Yes, I knew that Avery picked this book as the basis of our play. However, I do feel like Mr. Darcy right now. In the book, he glanced at Elizabeth and said, “She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me, and I am in no humor at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men.” All of these women who are clamoring for my brothers and my attention have been slighted by other guys. They bounce from cock to cock. From now on, my mate will be the only one bouncing on my

Jimmy said to Susan. She laughed. “She’s going to be a famous writer. She’d better have some opinions on literature.” “Fine,” Kimia glared at me. “Jane Austin. She had some great leads.” “Darcy was an asshole to Elizabeth, Bingly let himself be talked away from Jane, Wickham is just a bastard, Wentworth treated Anne like shit because she refused him as a teenager, Edmund Bertram was obsessed with the pretty new girl and forgot about Fanny, Ferras fell in love with Elanore when he was engaged to someone else, Brandon was still hung up on his dead ex, and let’s face it. Nobody cares about Northanger Abbey.”

Now that I was better, he would have to ask me out again. I was waiting for him to do so … and for everything else that would follow. I glanced at the clock. It was 12 a.m. “Bedtime, babies!” I said to the twins. Mabel and Miles began protesting immediately. Mama started picking up their toys and art materials and putting them away. “I’ll tuck them into bed,” she said, eyeing the sheets of paper that I had scattered over the table. I nodded and they all left. The play was Pride and Prejudice and I was playing Elizabeth Bennet. In an effort to infuse more life into my adaptation of her, I purchased a digital copy of the book and began reading it. It had been one of my favorite novels when I w

prompting them to display a hint of resistance before ultimately nodding curtly, realizing it's best not to argue. I stepped aside, granting Marilyn passage into my house. Her demeanor reminded me of Maggie Smith's character in Downton Abbey, as she moved cautiously, as if avoiding imaginary scorpions scattered on the floor. To my surprise, she glanced around and beamed with a warm smile. "What a delightful and cozy place," she remarked. "If I weren't so... affluent, I could easily purchase a small house and recreate this welcoming atmosphere." Her expression transforms into a whimsical one as soon as she noticed the look on my face. "Oh, please don't take offense. I didn't mean it in that w

Becca bobbed a curtsy and led Anne down the stairs and to the library. The room was beautiful. Gilded chairs and tables were littered with books, but the books, she noted, were layered with dust. There was a distinct impression of someone having been here once, a long time ago. Someone who loved to read. Anne caught the cover of the nearest heavy tome and turned it over. The gilt lettering read A History of the English Monarchy. Anne knew that Cedric had never opened this book, and it wasn't like he'd opened any of the others. He hadn't been one for reading, even before the accident.

"I don't quite know how to say this to you. But I would rather you read the shortest possible book, as Emily did, rather than rely on plot summaries to pretend you read something you didn't read." Jane stared at her. "But I did read A Tale of Two Cities." "Did you, Jane?" Ms. Reeds' smile was horrible now. "Am I supposed to believe you read over four hundred pages in two weeks? A girl whose last book was a sixth-grade reading level?" "Lucy reads long books." What else could Jane say? She had no proof that she had read the book. Was she supposed to have made a videotape of all the dozens of hours she had spent reading it?

"Although, not all of Dickens. Some of his stuff is boring. But 'Great Expectations'? That's a different story, pun intended. It's incredible!" "I had no idea," I replied, examining the gold leaf pages with interest. "I like fiction too. Can you recommend something else? I mean, I know you're still reading this one, so, you know, anything you've read recently?" "Of course I can!" Allen enthused, heading toward the bookshelf with a shy smile. "Ah yes, here it is! Try some Jane Austin. I think you'll love 'Pride and Prejudice'. Just don't tell anyone that I did too. Not too many men admit to liking it. But, you know, it's really good."

Jimmy said to Susan. She laughed. “She’s going to be a famous writer. She’d better have some opinions on literature.” “Fine,” Kimia glared at me. “Jane Austin. She had some great leads.” I ticked off the male leads on my fingers. “Darcy was an asshole to Elizabeth, Bingly let himself be talked away from Jane, Wickham is just a bastard, Wentworth treated Anne like shit because she refused him as a teenager, Edmund Bertram was obsessed with the pretty new girl and forgot about Fanny, Ferras fell in love with Elanore when he was engaged to someone else, Brandon was still hung up on his dead ex, and let’s face it. Nobody cares about Northanger Abbey.”