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Jane Eyre
by Charlotte Brontë
“i care for myself. the more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained i am, the more i will respect myself.”
this book does have the religious energy, which went against my atheist soul. and while i particularly wasn’t a fan of the romance, mr. rochester, and other side characters, i didn’t have the heart to give it less than five stars. i LOVE jane and i’ll protect her with all i have. i felt her loneliness, her yearning, her pain, her inner strength. i felt her emotions all the way through. i was in awe with charlotte brontë’s immense talent and how she beautifully crafted the language.
on the surface, jane eyre seems to be an age-gap romance between two ugly people. but it is actually more than that. brontë wrote a feminist work that’s ahead of its time without preaching about feminism, because jane’s badassness is all about internal. she’s small, poor, obscure, and unattractive, yet she knows her independence and follows her own intuition. jane sees religion in modernist view, not as something stone-cold - differently from those around her. coming across into one rebel heroine in a victorian novel is a rare case, after all, and i love it when i do.
despite the bad representation of mental illness and a few implausible plot points, jane eyre strikes me as a classic “she did that” masterpiece. (i wouldn’t call it a standard gothic romance, though; it wasn’t gothic enough for me).
this book does have the religious energy, which went against my atheist soul. and while i particularly wasn’t a fan of the romance, mr. rochester, and other side characters, i didn’t have the heart to give it less than five stars. i LOVE jane and i’ll protect her with all i have. i felt her loneliness, her yearning, her pain, her inner strength. i felt her emotions all the way through. i was in awe with charlotte brontë’s immense talent and how she beautifully crafted the language.
on the surface, jane eyre seems to be an age-gap romance between two ugly people. but it is actually more than that. brontë wrote a feminist work that’s ahead of its time without preaching about feminism, because jane’s badassness is all about internal. she’s small, poor, obscure, and unattractive, yet she knows her independence and follows her own intuition. jane sees religion in modernist view, not as something stone-cold - differently from those around her. coming across into one rebel heroine in a victorian novel is a rare case, after all, and i love it when i do.
despite the bad representation of mental illness and a few implausible plot points, jane eyre strikes me as a classic “she did that” masterpiece. (i wouldn’t call it a standard gothic romance, though; it wasn’t gothic enough for me).