Maybe I would have liked this book more if I had read it as a teenager, when I could see myself as Jane Eyre – a plucky young woman who is so intelligent and virtuous that a man the narrative tells us is her soulmate loves her despite her plainness and the social gulf between them. Probably not though. Even as a teen I would have rolled my eyes at the pantomime villains of Jane’s childhood, locking her in a ghostridden room for the crime […]
Reader, she married him. I wish she didn’t.
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte