I recently undertook the challenge on Goodreads to read Jane Eyre and watch the latest movie adaptation of the novel. This represented, for me, the closing of a circular saga involving Charlotte Bronte. But I will tell you right now, this story has a happy ending. I first read Jane Eyre in sixth grade, oddly enough, with my father. (We read books together before bed until I was midway through high school. To this day we generally read the same books and discuss them. This is something I highly value in my relationship with my dad.) I have since come to the belief that I was not ready for this book at this time. At twelve I just don't think that I had the emotional or psychological maturity to appreciate the depth of the book. Also, as an adolescent, I was consumed with ideas of romantic love and perfect, dreamy, fairytale couplings. Needless to say, I was horrified that both the heroes of Jane Eyre were described as unattractive. Who wanted to read a love story about boring, ...
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