Tuesday, 2 July 2019

Book Review : Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte


Another favourite one whose screen adaptation I also enjoyed though I did not really like how Edward looked.


Jane though, she had the most translucent gray eyes that made her look ethereal. Adele, well, she did not look pretty too but I loved how she would exclaim “Mr Rochester!” There is something about this story or the setting that reminds me of some book called Daphne of something if I remember well; where in that huge house a man had brought his young bride, there was a huge secret that would have him condemned to damnation if it ever came out. 

Image courtesy of abebooks.com


This is a great read, moving from when Jane was a child, ill treated by her guardian and her children, then taken to a boarding school where the boarding master instructed everyone to keep and eye on her for she was deceitful. Jane rose to being a teacher at her own school then itching for change, applied for a governorship vacancy, which she got. She was in a comfortable position in this weird big house where someone wailed at night and also set Mr Rochester on fire once, but still itched for some kind of change. She falls in love with her boss, who she initially seemed to despise and one the morning of their wedding, the truth came out that Mr Rochester was already married and he had been about to commit bigamy. 

The wife was the lady who laughed during the night. Rochester confessed that he had been tricked into marrying this woman who was mentally unstable by her father in Jamaica. Jane, devastated at Edward having kept such a secret from her, moved away to a place where she started to teach. One of the people who had taken her in on that fateful night, wanted to marry her and take her to India as a missionary’s wife but Jane, despite the young man being a good person, declined the offer and went back to Thornfield finding it in ruins as Mr. Rochester's wife had set it on fire and committed suicide by jumping from the roof.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Love without borders : 3

We were back at the hospital so that James’ wound would be dressed. This time I remained in the waiting room, he insisted on going in alon...