Jane about Mr. Rochester, Jane Eyre 2006
(I love this quote. *happy sob*)
Jane Eyre was robbed. ROBBED.
i actively dislike this book and wish i had the ability to stop reading a novel i dislike (on the road wins the prize for the only book that has made me do that).
i feel like it is lying to me about being interesting. or, rather, it is lying to me about lucy snow being interesting. in some ways i am finding all the characters range from unlikeable to uninteresting. and the unlikeable ones are unlikeable in uninteresting ways. and some of the uninteresting one’s have interesting outlines. madame beck and her snooping, for example, could be fascinating. but sometimes i feel what i feel while reading a play - that it would take a director and actors to actually bring the characters to life.
and lucy snow. i feel like she keeps telling me she’s interesting, and sometimes she does interesting things and says she has emotions, but she never has any interesting thoughts or observations. i feel like bronte is telling me she’s interesting without showing me she’s interesting. basically i know when she’s irritated. and i LOVE irritation. but her irritation is boring me.
plus charlotte bronte seems to have really uninteresting taste in dickhead abusive men. and the whole dickhead abusive man shows interest in really abusive way in girl who is smart unlike other girls is so boring. wuthering heights, as i remember, is so much more interesting!
i’m disappointed because i liked the way it started because i thought it was so fucking weird. just a chapter of lucy, barely there, observing some very strange melancholic little girl.
i’m like 350 pages in and it’s taking me forever. i am doing this thing where i am reading every unread book in my home. and before this was mansfield park - the thought of reading that was awful but it ended up being wonderful! i loved fanny. i would suppose some find her moralistic, but fuck, i’m moralistic when it comes to the upper classes and their fuckery! when she was disgusted with the group for staging a play where engaged women would have to make out with men other than their fiances, i was disgusted too! plus i had an emotional sense of why she liked the dude she liked, and a sense of the personalities of the characters as it relates to emotional manipulation. villette is just boring the shit out of me.
What does Bessie mean when she tells Jane that John Reed was “plucked” in college?