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A review by michelareads
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
5.0
Dear Jane,
GIRL. Grab your glass of wine, we need to talk.
You know I love you dearly, but I really don't understand your attraction to Mr. Rochester. Please explain it to me. Is it because you can be rude around him with no consequences? Is it because he seems unfriendly, but he is actually sweet to you in private? Or maybe you're just looking for a man that is not as shitty as your stupid cousin? Look, I get it, these are all valid reasons, but you can do so much better, darling. Focus on yourself, keep building your career, don't listen to those who keep telling you that you're ugly (why do they even do that).
I want you to know that you're a true inspiration to me. From the moment you threw random objects to your nasty relatives during your horrible childhood, to when you started applying for jobs looking for your path, I admire the way you always stood up for yourself and your values. And even though in my book club I secretly called your beau Mr. Cochroachester (sorry, not sorry), I applaud you for accepting his love only when he was in a position to be be truly honest and respectful towards you.
And I'm really sorry it took me 177 years to read your story. It is, and will always be, a favorite of mine. Keep slaying, queen.
GIRL. Grab your glass of wine, we need to talk.
You know I love you dearly, but I really don't understand your attraction to Mr. Rochester. Please explain it to me. Is it because you can be rude around him with no consequences? Is it because he seems unfriendly, but he is actually sweet to you in private? Or maybe you're just looking for a man that is not as shitty as your stupid cousin? Look, I get it, these are all valid reasons, but you can do so much better, darling. Focus on yourself, keep building your career, don't listen to those who keep telling you that you're ugly (why do they even do that).
I want you to know that you're a true inspiration to me. From the moment you threw random objects to your nasty relatives during your horrible childhood, to when you started applying for jobs looking for your path, I admire the way you always stood up for yourself and your values. And even though in my book club I secretly called your beau Mr. Cochroachester (sorry, not sorry), I applaud you for accepting his love only when he was in a position to be be truly honest and respectful towards you.
And I'm really sorry it took me 177 years to read your story. It is, and will always be, a favorite of mine. Keep slaying, queen.