Dear Miss Austen,
It is with regret I am putting your book, Mansfield Park, aside. I am 35% of the way done and I may come back to it. I intend to finish it some day. I want you to know how much I admire you as an author. Your wit and sense of humor, your social commentary, not to mention the pure pleasure of reading your prose, makes this difficult to say. Mansfield Park is lacking that fire and cleverness you have so powerfully displayed in Pride and Prejudice, Northanger Abbey and even Persuasion. I'm just not sure what you're trying to do with Fanny Price or Edmund or the Crawfords in this novel. This issue about the play... I can't get interested in the whole affair and it seems to be dragging on. Must Fanny be so sensitive and odd? She's not the type of heroine I can root for.
I do hope you'll forgive me but my leisure time is limitted and so I must turn my attention to a more amusing plot and dialog. Perhaps I am in the wrong mood and Mansfield Park will become more engaging a few weeks or months from now. Maybe I would benefit from a lively discussion with yourself and your admirers about the novel and what it is I'm missing?