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3.97 AVERAGE
3.97 AVERAGE
Mia cara, carissima Jane, perdonatemi!
Per anni uno sciocco e puerile pregiudizio mi ha fatto credere che vi avrei trovato pesante, noiosa e persino antipatica! Quanto sono stata cieca!
Voi, cara ragazza, siete riuscita a far crollare ogni sciocco preconcetto: il vostro tono garbato e vivace, la vostra innata ironia, la vostra dolcezza e la vostra forza d'animo mi hanno riempito di ammirazione. Avevo iniziato a leggere il racconto della vostra vita con un certo scetticismo, e quasi immediatamente, mia cara amica (mi concedete di chiamarvi così?), siete riuscita a farmi affezionare a voi: le vostre speranze, i vostri sogni, i vostri timori, la vostra compassione sono diventati i miei.
Oh quanto sono stata stolta a pensare a voi come a una donna 'del vostro tempo': le emozioni che provate, il vostro modo di vedere il mondo e di raccontarlo sono molto più vicini al nostro di quanto non si possa pensare. Avete un occhio attento e una mente vivace, sapete osservare, sapete descrivere e, cosa ancora più importante, non avete timore a far valere la vostra posizione, a far sentire la vostra voce, a seguire quello che il vostro cuore e la vostra coscienza vi suggeriscono.
Cara Jane non mi portate rancore per il passato, stringiamoci la mano e salutiamoci così, da amiche.
In fede
P.
Per anni uno sciocco e puerile pregiudizio mi ha fatto credere che vi avrei trovato pesante, noiosa e persino antipatica! Quanto sono stata cieca!
Voi, cara ragazza, siete riuscita a far crollare ogni sciocco preconcetto: il vostro tono garbato e vivace, la vostra innata ironia, la vostra dolcezza e la vostra forza d'animo mi hanno riempito di ammirazione. Avevo iniziato a leggere il racconto della vostra vita con un certo scetticismo, e quasi immediatamente, mia cara amica (mi concedete di chiamarvi così?), siete riuscita a farmi affezionare a voi: le vostre speranze, i vostri sogni, i vostri timori, la vostra compassione sono diventati i miei.
Oh quanto sono stata stolta a pensare a voi come a una donna 'del vostro tempo': le emozioni che provate, il vostro modo di vedere il mondo e di raccontarlo sono molto più vicini al nostro di quanto non si possa pensare. Avete un occhio attento e una mente vivace, sapete osservare, sapete descrivere e, cosa ancora più importante, non avete timore a far valere la vostra posizione, a far sentire la vostra voce, a seguire quello che il vostro cuore e la vostra coscienza vi suggeriscono.
Cara Jane non mi portate rancore per il passato, stringiamoci la mano e salutiamoci così, da amiche.
In fede
P.
I'm sorry I'm sorry ! I was just bored out of my mind for the whole part with St John, it took me forever to go through those 200 pages or so. Because of it I had to take off one star or something, I think for everything else it's a solid 4 star or even 4.5 because I really did enjoy it but my god, those last 200 pages..... It took me one week to read the first 300 pages and then almost 2 weeks to read the last 200.
I love the Bronte's writing style, this book was no different. I find Jane a sympathetic character and I enjoy the plot a lot. However, I must admit that I already knew the story since I watched it as a play so my opinion is not entirely unbiased.
“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!”
I don't think there is a whole lot I can say about Jane Eyre that hasn't been said a million times. It's a classic for a reason, and Jane is an iconic figure both as a women and as a character in literature for a reason.
This is my first time reading Jane Eyre (though I have seen the movie for it) and I really, really enjoyed it. It is probably my favourite classic I've read.
Jane as a character is so interesting, and strong. Being able to follow her story from childhood to adulthood as a reader was really fantastic. I was instantly drawn in by her character, I loved her passion and her strength and her independence. For a character written in the 1800s, she stands remarkably on her own. She struggles almost constantly against the prevailing attitudes toward women at the time, but the way she addresses and deals with them was amazing. I love (but kind of hate?) she's one of the strongest female characters I've read, and she was written so long ago.
There was so much to like, aside from the romance. This is about Jane finding happiness in herself and her station and her discovery of family, friends, love and self-acceptance was beautiful. The moment she discovers she's rich and has a family and is so excited made me smile so much because I love her and I was so happy for her.
Despite being a classic, lots about this is still really relevant today and I liked that.
“I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.”
I really ended up loving this, despite finding the first section a little slow and I understand why so many people call Jane Eyre their favourite character.
This is the third time I've read Jane Eyre but this time I seemed to have noticed many things I failed to before. Such as: Jane's general badassery. Quiet and plain she may be but firm in her convictions, passionate and unwilling to sacrifice self to bend to other's will. Charlotte Bronte was a feminist. Such as: the sexual repression all over the place, check out St. John Rivers sometime. Such as: the complete single-mindedness of the men in this book. I loved this book.
Jane Eyre, as read by a woman in 2018, is anything but a romance novel.
The first quarter of the book was about Jane's childhood. I cried buckets. I loved little Jane and my heart hurt for everything she endured. It hurt. But I told myself it'd be worth it because Jane would get her HEA in the end.
Then she meets Mr. Rochester and the delicious slow burn of the novel commences. I'm not crazy about the fact that she's only 18 to his 38, but it's the 1840's. I kept telling myself that until the 40 year old behaves like a dumbass by impersonating a fortune teller to find out if she likes him. While rubbing a beautiful girlfriend in Jane's face. Like he legit said to Jane more than twice, "My beautiful beloved". The beautiful beloved being another woman who was cruel to Jane. Poor Jane had to leave the room because Rochester and the other woman were too much for her to bear. But that jackass actually stopped her in the hall and, in the same breath, asked why she was crying and brought up his beautiful, wealthy, connected "beloved". I was pissed but thought he was quite possibly the most clueless man in the history of romance novels. Only to find out that it was all an act! The beautiful fiancee wasn't in on it. But it's okay because she's a gold digger. Wtf is wrong with this dude?
So, now not only is he twice her age and thirsting after an 18 year old, he's an immature asshole too? What are his redeeming qualities at this point? None that I can see other than the fact that he LOVES Jane Eyre. Fine, whatever, his devotion for her I can get behind.
Spoiler ahead. But this book's been out for what, over a hundred years so does it really count?
Then they go get married and we find out THAT HE'S ALREADY MOTHER FUCKING MARRIED!!! THIS MOTHER FUCKER PLAYED US ALL. Fuck you Edward Rochester.
She dumps his ass because sis is definitely not here for that shit. And also because bigamy is illegal. What does he do? He asks her to run away with his dumbass to where no one knows them and be "married". The fuck you say? Miss Jane Eyre is no one's side piece.
The rest of the story is crazy. Like, holy mother of God what the hell is going on? Type of crazy. While I thought the ending was fitting because karma, I'm pissed Jane didn't end up with someone else or pulled an Astrid from the Crazy Rich Asians movie and was all, "deuces". Also, her cousin, the handsome missionary, was an asshole. Fuck the men in this book.
The first quarter of the book was about Jane's childhood. I cried buckets. I loved little Jane and my heart hurt for everything she endured. It hurt. But I told myself it'd be worth it because Jane would get her HEA in the end.
Then she meets Mr. Rochester and the delicious slow burn of the novel commences. I'm not crazy about the fact that she's only 18 to his 38, but it's the 1840's. I kept telling myself that until the 40 year old behaves like a dumbass by impersonating a fortune teller to find out if she likes him. While rubbing a beautiful girlfriend in Jane's face. Like he legit said to Jane more than twice, "My beautiful beloved". The beautiful beloved being another woman who was cruel to Jane. Poor Jane had to leave the room because Rochester and the other woman were too much for her to bear. But that jackass actually stopped her in the hall and, in the same breath, asked why she was crying and brought up his beautiful, wealthy, connected "beloved". I was pissed but thought he was quite possibly the most clueless man in the history of romance novels. Only to find out that it was all an act! The beautiful fiancee wasn't in on it. But it's okay because she's a gold digger. Wtf is wrong with this dude?
So, now not only is he twice her age and thirsting after an 18 year old, he's an immature asshole too? What are his redeeming qualities at this point? None that I can see other than the fact that he LOVES Jane Eyre. Fine, whatever, his devotion for her I can get behind.
Spoiler ahead. But this book's been out for what, over a hundred years so does it really count?
Then they go get married and we find out THAT HE'S ALREADY MOTHER FUCKING MARRIED!!! THIS MOTHER FUCKER PLAYED US ALL. Fuck you Edward Rochester.
She dumps his ass because sis is definitely not here for that shit. And also because bigamy is illegal. What does he do? He asks her to run away with his dumbass to where no one knows them and be "married". The fuck you say? Miss Jane Eyre is no one's side piece.
The rest of the story is crazy. Like, holy mother of God what the hell is going on? Type of crazy. While I thought the ending was fitting because karma, I'm pissed Jane didn't end up with someone else or pulled an Astrid from the Crazy Rich Asians movie and was all, "deuces". Also, her cousin, the handsome missionary, was an asshole. Fuck the men in this book.
WAY better than I expected it to be; really deserves 4.5 stars. That I found the plot mostly predictable cannot be held against it because I've read many modern romances that stole/paid tribute to it, and there were still a couple of twists I didn't anticipate. It got off to a really slow start but once it got going I savored the delicious verbosity precisely because I already knew the general plot outline and could feel confident that things would turn out OK for Jane in the end.
Austen and the Bronte sisters have long been closely associated in my mind, solely on the dubious grounds that they were the Big Names of 19th Century female novel writing. However I hadn't actually read them. I was under the impression that they were all obsessed with marriage (understandably) and in my youth that didn't strike me as a thrilling topic, so I ignored them. This made no sense at all given that at the same time I was devouring Thomas Hardy who was obsessed with - marriage. Or at least, divorce. And the whole importance of marriage theme in that century's literature was merely a reflection of the state of society and that was interesting. The lack of social mobility and how that (combining with other factors) meant women of any given class were worse off than men of equivalent standing was interesting. What has changed and what hasn't between then and now was interesting.
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http://arbieroo.booklikes.com/post/757718/jane-eyre-charlotte-bronte
THIS REVIEW HAS BEEN CURTAILED IN PROTEST AT GOODREADS' CENSORSHIP POLICY
See the complete review here:
http://arbieroo.booklikes.com/post/757718/jane-eyre-charlotte-bronte
It may be sexist and full of anti-Catholic dogma, but it kept me up until 4 a.m., reading until I fell asleep. Compelling, to say the least.