Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte needs no introduction, it is a classic for a reason. Mystery, romance, heartbreak, and unexpected joys find Jane throughout this classic novel.
Jane Eyre was a bewitching read for me, with beautiful and captivating writing, it truly was a joy to read the prose. Gothic elements swirled throughout the story. Jane herself was, for the time, a strong, independent, and at times outspoken woman, one reason why generations of people have been so drawn to the story. Another is the romance that ensues between Jane and Rochester. Having finally read this book, I can definitely understand the hype...
...to a point. Yes, it truly was a lovely read, Bronte’s use of language was exquisite. At the same time, Rochester was a emotionally manipulative liar. Yes, I could pity him, and I did. But the deceit and cruel games he played did not make my heart skip a beat, they disgusted me. And St. John, I hated his character by far the most. He was also emotionally manipulative, as well as unfeeling, selfish, condescending, and delusional. And the way that Jane changed from a strong, steady, self-aware, passionate woman to a miserable and demoralized sheep when she was with him all but ruined the story for me. I loved the example that the story set for upholding a strong female character. But having almost the last 100 pages or so tear that image down monumentally disappointed me, to be quite honest.
Am I the only one who wasn’t swooning at the love story? Am I the only one who was disappointed by a few of the story choices? Let me know!