This short collection of musings by Jane Austen is kind of jumbled. It’s a mixed bag of short notes dashed off to friends and relatives and ideas for stories being written down and played with. It’s kind of interesting to see her thought process, and you’ll see some familiar names that were later attached to other characters in her finished novels.
She was quite young when she wrote some of these; as young as fifteen, I believe. It’s hard to believe that some of these laughably far-fetched and melodramatic plots were written by a young woman who would go on to write concise, insightful, and subtly barbed books about Regency society.
But, all in all, it’s not really what most people read Austen for. Most of us want to read the author the girl became, not the other way around.