Jane Eyre by Charlotte BrontëMy rating: 3 of 5 stars
*sigh* Where to start? I'm dithering on giving this a competent review. There is whole bunch wrong with this fu^#*ng book.
Jane's childhood recollections are just Grade A, Cruelty. This is not what you do when you take in another child!
I was pulling this face a lot...
How the conversations turned into subjugation matches.
A lunatic locked in the attic.
Then when Jane thinks that she finally did the right thing; she gets entangled into an awkward relationship with her long lost cousin.
I promise when I calm down enough I'll be back to edit. For now just refer to this as:
Should you read it? Oh absolutely, for reference and vocabulary's sake!
Love you bunches Pretties!
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Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!
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