I have been stuck in 19th century England for a couple weeks now, and I’m getting the feeling my husband would appreciate it if I returned to 21st century America, so this may be the last book added to the Stories I’m Reading list for a little while. 😉
Better than Pride and Prejudice. (Kudos to Charlotte Bronte.) That’s my opinion. I’m sure many disagree with that conclusion, but I loved the suspense in this one. I also loved that neither Jane nor Mr. Rochester were attractive by the worlds standards. I loved the quick wit. I loved that the story-line weaved through so many places and over so much time but completely held together. I loved that they fell in love an unconventional kind of way. And of course, I am now in love with the romantic way they speak in these stories.
“It had formerly been my endeavour to study all sides of his character: to take the bad with the good; and from the just weighing of both, to form an equitable judgment. Now I saw no bad. The sarcasm that had repelled, the harshness that had startled me once, were only like keen condiments in a choice dish; their presence was pungent, but their absence would be felt as comparatively insipid.”
“And was Mr. Rochester now ugly in my eyes? No, reader. Gratitude, and many associations, all pleasurable and genial, made his face the object I best liked to see. His presence in a room was more cheering than the brightest fire.”
On a side note – After reading this book, I find myself wanting to work the phrase “what the duece” into a conversation 😉