It's the weakest book of Jane Austen, I think, having almost a non-existent hero. Of course, there is a hero, but he remains absent most of the time. And even when he is present, he hardly speaks. Actually, that's the major fault of the book. Everything is narrated. The percentage of conversation is too small and everything gets reported by the author. The author (although always brilliant) is much too present in the book, at the cost of weakening the hero and heroine and diluting the gripping power of the story. The story seems to be written as if to prove a point, as if to present an example against the absurd romanticism of the times. Just doesn't get hold of you as Jane Austen's other books.