Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte (Micro-Review)

Call me a philistine, but I never liked Charlotte Bronte. Her writing was always too sentimental and like the quintessential Victorian flower-power child. Her sister– Emily Bronte– was always more to my liking, with her radical feminist writings. As it stands, Jane Eyre is a romance you have seen many time before, even if you have never read the book, because it is the template of many contemporary romances: woman meets man, they don’t really like each other, but they grow close, while overcoming many obstacles in the way. Happy ending, The end. Barf. If that is your thing, then come on up! If not, though, then stay away. Fin.


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