I'm not writing about the film Jane Eyre, but I thought than any picture was better than none. I am going to write about the book. The book was written by Charlotte Bronte, whose sister, Emily, wrote Wuthering Heights. The story Jane Eyre is filled with the sort of fiery independence, dark themes, and complex characters not often seen in other 1800's literature, or even most literature today. Much more than the story of an abused girl who finds love in an unexpected place, it never fails to hit me with the relevance it carries even today.
Jane Eyre is the story of a girl, Jane, who was raised by her cruel aunt and later thrown into the hands of a a boarding school for girls that uses supposed piety to mask cruel abuse. When Jane grows older she gets a job as a governess to a little French girl, and soon finds herself falling in love with the girl's father, Edward Rochester. Edward, likewise, is madly in love with Jane, but more than her poverty is keeping him from pursuing her, for he is haunted (literally) by the ghosts of his past.
This is the only book that I have ever cried over while reading.
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