I happen to have a degree in English, but I have determined that that means very little. I sat in some classes while three dry old men told me what they thought about literature from the far past centuries. I admit that I loved every minute of it, but it really offered me no true life skills. Thankfully, I am a bundle of common sense and have gotten along fine despite my education.
But then there’s Jane . . . my favorite all time ever book. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. A totally improbable novel about a downtrodden and at times abused young woman who embarks on a journey to find something somewhere away from what she has always known. She finds herself, God and a family after enduring some of the strangest circumstances put down on paper.
Read it please. Don’t read the notes. Don’t see the movies. They are all very badly done. Just experience for yourself the mystery and the romance.
TMI
I taught the novel to a group of sophomores one year and had a great time torturing them. They used sticky notes to mark things in their books and after the test they pasted them all to one of my classroom walls. The notes covered the whole wall top to bottom – side to side. One of my finer moments.
FYI
“Charlotte Brontë (pronounced /ˈbrɒnti/) (21 April 1816 – 31 March 1855) was a British novelist, the eldest of the three famous Brontë sisters whose novels have become standards of English literature. Charlotte Brontë, who used the pen name Currer Bell, is best known for Jane Eyre, one of the most famous of English novels.” -Wikipedie
