Jane Eyre

Jane Eyre

 

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.

“Reader, I married him.” I cannot express how bad I wanted to read Jane Eyre. I have watched the movie first, the one with Michael Fassbender and Mia Wasikowska, and I was absolutely mesmerized. The movie was so good to the point that I consequently thought Jane Eyre must be a book. Yes, I was unaware that Jane Eyre is a standout amongst the most acclaimed books to exist but I was extremely oblivious at that time. Due to my bustling schedule, I procrastinated to read this novel and it was not until a year later after I watched the movie that I began to peruse Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

Jane Eyre was one of those books that you adored before you have even read it. Individuals may feel that it’s only a romantic tale yet it’s truly more than that. It’s more of a coming-of-age story and Mr. Rochester just happened to be part of it. I loved how the novel was broken into three volumes. Each volume represented a part of her life; her character development.

In the first volume, it’s all about Jane’s early life. She discusses how horrendously she was dealt with by her own close relative, Mrs. Reed, and her cousins. At that point, she goes to Lowood, a school for poor and orphaned young ladies. This is the place I met one of my most loved characters ever, Helen Burns. She had such a compliant identity and such a blind faith. It’s very admiring that in such a troublesome time (won’t spoil!), Helen’s faith was stronger than ever. During this sensitive time, Helen and Jane had the most profound conversation I have ever read; a conversation about faith. A conversation about what happens after you die. The most delightful thing about this was that Helen and Jane had very contrasting point of views of the afterlife. Helen absolutely believed that she would go to paradise after she dies. There was no doubt in her mind that that would happen. In the mean time, Jane was exceptionally reluctant about it; she believed that it would just be complete darkness, a void.

During the second volume, readers perceive how Jane begins to like Mr. Rochester. How she’s beginning to leave her shell. This is likewise the part where the book begins to get somewhat puzzling, somewhat gothic. Jane starts to hear a woman screaming almost every night and feels a woman’s presence every time she dozes. It is not until the end of the second volume that she realizes what it was or would it be advisable for me to say who it was?

One thing that I absolutely despised about this novel was St. John Rivers. He is certainly one of those literary characters that get under my skin. I have never read a character that is so entitled to everything! A character that wanted to force Jane to do something that she did not want. St. John was extremely manipulating and would guilt trip Jane by saying that if she goes against his wishes, she would likewise be going against God’s wishes. Her stay with St. John and his sister was the most irritating part of the novel.

While I simply expressed the only part that I sort of disliked about Jane Eyre. I will let you know all the parts that I adored. I was completely intrigued by the romance amongst Jane and Mr. Rochester. When Jane was falling in love with Mr. Rochester, I could not help but fall in love with him as well. It was such an invigorating kind of sentiment; not cliche by any means. But my most favorite thing of Jane Eyre was Jane Eyre herself. She was such an independent, brilliant, timid yet-candid heroine; a feminist. She was not submissive at all and the fact that this novel was written in the 1800s is surprising! When I read this novel, I felt that Jane was expressly speaking to me not Bronte. The way she addressed us as “Reader” was wonderful. I enjoyed the aesthetics of this book; the gothic yet romantic theme. Jane Eyre is truly a book that everyone needs to read at least once in their lifetime.

Rating: 5 out of 5

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will. – Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

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