I’ve been reading the Stephanie Barron books. You could call them The Jane Austen Mysteries. They’re cute. It’s basically like fan fiction wherein Jane Austen is a sort of Miss Marple or J.B. Fletcher who goes around helping solve crimes between working on drafts of her own novels. They’re actually fairly believable, because Jane stays very much in the character one would imagine: carefully drawing others out over tea, observing quietly in ballrooms, consulting solicitors who can then write the necessary letters (because a lady can’t write to just anyone). I quite like them.
Oh, I’ve read those!