Jane Eyre. Charlotte Bronte. 1847. 532 pages. [Source: Bought]
First sentence: There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.
Jane Eyre, our heroine, is an orphan who never in her wildest dreams
imagines living happily ever after. Raised by a cruel aunt and taunted
by mean-spirited and selfish cousins, she only hopes to escape misery
and find contentment--albeit humble. Her adventure--or
misadventure--begins after graduating Loward School as she takes the
position of governess at Thornfield Hall. There she meets her charming
and precocious pupil, Adele, and the brooding Mr. Rochester. The two
enjoy each other's company--perhaps because no one else quite
understands them. But the two aren't courting--at least not at first.
Jane falls for him. But is he falling for her? Could he fall for her?
Does she want him to reciprocate her feelings? Could the master of the
house and a governess ever marry and live happily ever after?! But it
isn't just social class dividing these two--Mr. Rochester has a dark
secret from his past that might prove a dangerous obstacle for our
My thoughts: I love this book. I do. I absolutely love it. It is one of my favorite books to reread every other year or so.
How all my brain was in tumult, and all my heart in insurrection! Yet in what darkness, what dense ignorance, was the mental battle fought!
Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs. We are, and must be, one and all, burdened with faults in this world: but the time will soon come when, I trust, we shall put them off in putting off our corruptible bodies;
A new chapter in a novel is something like a new scene in a play;
“Jane, you offered me your shoulder once before; let me have it now.” “Yes, sir, yes; and my arm.”
“Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.”
“I ask you to pass through life at my side—to be my second self, and best earthly companion.”
“My bride is here,” he said, again drawing me to him, “because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?”
Human beings never enjoy complete happiness in this world. I was not born for a different destiny to the rest of my species: to imagine such a lot befalling me is a fairy tale—a day-dream.
Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by education: they grow there, firm as weeds among stones.
Reader, I married him.
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