I remember reading Shades of Milk and Honey, the first book in this series, on my honeymoon in Ireland. I found it charming, and with its premise of illusion-based magic in an Austen-like setting, it was exactly the right sort of book to read in a charming bed-and-breakfast in Galway, or for one memorable night, in an actual castle that had been converted to a hotel. I liked the book well enough, and figured that I'd come back to the series at some point. One thing led to another, and, well, it's been at least four years since my honeymoon, and I'm only just getting back to book two.
Needless to say, I was not in a charming bed-and-breakfast while reading reading Glamour in Glass; I was in my tiny apartment in New Jersey at the start of what looks to be yet another difficult political year for the U.S.A., decidedly more radically feminist, and decidedly less likely to be charmed by men that don't respect the agency and competency of our lead female character, even if they are proved wrong in the end.
Honestly? This is a perfectly fine book. The writing is just as charming as the first book in the series, and if Austen is your thing, or historical fantasy is your thing, you will probably love this book. Like I said, the men that don't respect Jane's agency and compentency in the book are proved wrong in the end, and Jane saves the day. I'm just tired of female characters having to prove society wrong in order to save the day. Can they just, I don't know, just save the day without anyone making a fuss about the fact they shouldn't be able to because of their gender?
Anyway, I recommend this book if you want something light, charming and Austen-like, but I probably won't be continuing with the series at least until I'm feeling a little less... tired.
3 of 5 stars on Goodreads.