That was terrifying! She's so very obviously has daddy issues (parent issues in general), abandonment issues, everything issues! She meets her boss for two minutes and suddenly she's in love? He says to her he's old enough to be her dad and they still "fall in love"??? No one told me this was a horror story! A cautionary tale to all young women! She's not even 20!!! Every girl should have an adventure when they're 19 but don't be locked down to a man in his 40s!!!! R U N

One thing I did kind of a little bit like was the many, many, many literature and bible references. Only because it made me realize what I think of now as brainrot has always existed. If they had phones they'd be obsessed with vine / tiktok / twitter / tumblr references. If all I had was books and gossip and the daily newspaper or whatever I'd be randomly making bible references too. We're not so different past humans and I, except I'm not racist. So actually we are different.

It's a classic for a reason. It took me a second to get into the book, but it wasn't long before I, a generally nonromantic person, was giggling at a brief hand hold. Well-written.

I obtained a vintage copy of this book in primary school. I started reading it and then conceded ground, fatigued by its laborious plot. However, I returned to it five years later with more experience in life behind me and finished it.

Jane Eyre exhibits a disconcerting reality of the Victorian era from a feminine perspective. Hemmed in by society, orphaned and thrust to the ravages of fate but still retaining her Christian virtue and fighting for her beliefs Jane traverses a world opposed to everything she stands for.

But Jane is an epitome of religious virtue and refuses to despair ultimately traversing against all odds.

Overall, Bronte's narrative is labyrinthine. But it is also radical in how it conveys a sense of progression to the reader by the second half of the novel which reads like a Victorian thriller. With the hint of the supernatural to it, Jane Eyre is as tantalizing today as it was when it first fell upon Bronte's unsuspecting England.