Charlotte Bronte

Jane Eyre haunts me because I still can’t figure out how to feel about Rochester—he’s so creepy and brooding but at the same time loves her so completely and has had a rough go of it (still, can’t feel too sorry for an English gentleman with plenty of money and property). Part of me appreciates his devotion and self-loathing, and part of me wonders why he didn’t find a nice Swiss home for Bertha or send her back to her family…


Jane is so resilient and sticks to her guns—I can’t say I’d have the same strength to go penniless rather than off to a life of luxury in France with my love. It’s a little much and somewhat annoying at times, but man, she’s tough, loving, devoted, and kind in spite of her terrible upbringing and betrayal. There is just so much to unpack in this book I could spend days.


            “Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still.”