A review by smalefowles
Villette by Charlotte Brontë

4.0

The last time I finished a long book in a rush at the airport, I was nineteen and eschewing goodbyes with my mom to finish Gravity's Rainbow. Ugh, yes, I was a tremendous jerk in college.

Anyway, I adore an unreliable narrator, and Lucy Snowe is unreliable even to herself. Almost nothing happens in this book, and the central infatuation is so ugh and so obviously doomed that it's a little painful to experience. It redeems itself, sort of, but then the ENDING. IS. INSANE.

WHAT