I’ve developed a new book addiction. I’ve always liked old books.  Really old books.  I admit it.  I learned to read out of the Wizard of Oz, grew up on Alice in Wonderland and E. Nesbitt and company.  As an adult, I discovered Bronte, Austen, Gaskell, and, of course, Shakespere.  What I didn’t know until recently was how many contemporaries Jane Austen had when it came to writing lively, witty romances. The group name for the books were “Silver Fork novels,” as they frequently, but not always, featured noble families behaving badly. Okay, maybe they weren’t all of them quite as good as Miss Austen’s work, but a number of…