I have read and reread Jane Eyre many times in my life. As a child, teenager, young woman. This time the book invited me to reread her while I was on a trip to London. I was sitting in what felt to me (40 something somewhat dowdy professor-lady) like an impossibly cool art/bar/vibey space in Peckham that thankfully had bookshelves with used books available to read. With a glass of wine I spotted Jane Eyre, scooped her up, and found a spot in a corner […]
Sitting with Jane Eyre, Again
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë





