Fuck Yeah Jane Eyre.
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Yesterday, while the clock struck midnight, I was turning the las page of this great book. Indeed, at my 20’s, is the first time that I read it because I was denying myself that anything could be better than Wuthering Heights and that not even Charlotte or Anne could’ve written something that compared in majestuosity to Emily Bronte. But oh what a mistake, if I had only known I was being deceived by my mind.
The characters have this truth inside of them that makes you believe them the best people ever to exist in the world; even if it’s Mr. Rochester with his loneliness and raw manners, Jane with her stubborness, Adele with her impatience, or the pureness of heart of St. John, Mary and Diana. All, all is wonderful.
Even in the most dreadful situations, Jane Eyre proved to be a creature pure in her heart seeking only the good for everyone else before her’s. Disapproving to love anyone who was not the one who she had truly loved and that had loved her in return, she emerged from lonely times only to seek for truth and an answer to all her questions upon her leaving Thornfield.
And how everything ends by falling into place at last.
We not only need to seek for love, but we also need to stay true to ourselves in the shadow of our own convictions and education.
”It’s as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your frame… I am afraid if that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly for you.
Writing anonymously on the Yorkshire moors, Bronte appeals directly to our sense of victimization, our smothered superiority. Why are we not loved? Why don’t people recognize us for who we really are? How long must we endure this “ever-torturing pain”? These are the broiling adolescent questions that ‘Jane Eyre’ gives voice to in such full-throated cries. The novel allows us to luxuriate in our wounded sense of others’ unreasonable disregard for how wonderful we really are. And that same tone of emotional extravagance is reflected in the marvelously gothic plot of ‘Jane Eyre’ that finally bursts into flames and consumes everything.