A review by ryannrripley
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

5.0

Wow, this was good. Where have the Brontes been all my life? Going to read some more badass old-timey feminist shit like this again very, very soon.

SPOILERS

The beginning had me in tears. I was like Jane when I was a kid, too- forced to live with relatives who didn't want me, with cousins that were loved more than I was. The outburst Jane has toward her aunt is the outburst I always wanted to have- I always wanted to tell them exactly how I feel about how they treated me. So fucking relatable.

And then we get to Thornfield Hall, the middle section. Damn, the middle part of this story is so passionate. I lost my shit when Jane and Edward finally confessed their feelings to one another. Also, it was hilarious how Edward couldn't even remember what eye color Jane had. I wanted to shake him and go, wtf dude?!? But also kiss him because holy shit?!

And then Jane leaves. Heartbreaking, but necessary. It took a lot of courage to do that- anytime I face a hard decision, I'm going to be like: wtf would Jane Eyre do? I'm not kidding- this bitch has balls!

Then we get this interlude, during which Jane figures out her own life and learns how to be independent and take care of herself. Only then- only when she gets her own life in order- does she finally go back to Edward.

Very satisfying ending.