I've been thinking a lot about Jane Eyre lately. Jane Eyre was, surprisingly, a book that eluded me through high school and five years of majoring in English. Shortly after college, I stumbled into a message board that was discussing the book, and wondered why I never read it.
I got sucked in pretty quickly and obsessed for a while after. I loved the gloominess, the twisted romance, and that Jane was a symbol of a solitary, self-reliant girl and also crazy in love. I loved the mad, creepy wife wreaking havoc in the attic.Read More