A solid three and a half on enjoyment level, but I'm registering it as a three for its insubstantiality and really, really heavy Austenian overtones. I'm all for homage, but it really feels like the set-ups and the relationships among the characters are just serials-filed-off versions of Jane Austen characters. It's Pride and Sensibility, with the Dashwood sisters being parented by Mr. and Mrs. Bennett, and there's Wickham and Edward Ferrars and Vincent wanders in from a different romance novel, and ladies have magic!
Quibbles aside, I devoured this in two swift gulps. Delightful, if a wee bit gauzy and light.