It's the first book in the Wives of David series. I think I have a crush on David. How sick is that?
And on Saturday night, with Sandra snoring on the other couch, I watched a 6 hour mini series (thinking it was 'just' a movie) made in 1983 that was pretty much awful:
You'd have to be a die-hard Jane Austen fan (which I guess I might be) to sit through all 6 episodes. Oh the acting. Oh the quality of the production. Oh the sets. Oh Oh Oh. Just awful.