A while ago I decided that I needed to read more of the classical novels. I decided to read Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre, as I had seen different adaptations I thought it was about time I read the words that inspired these screenwriters.
I started it. I really got into it, with the depth of character, place, and description and of the thoughts, feelings and the perception of the world through Jane’s eyes. I was reading it on hot sunny days and long into the night.
Then one day I just stopped.
I had it on my drawers and it was staring at me with a whisper “Read me”. I knew I had to at some point finish it, but still time went by and it still sat there, that was until a sunny day this bank holiday. As the weather was glorious I thought it was be a great moment to escape into another world. No better than finishing off the book I had started. Over the course of the bank holiday I finished the book of
Even though I knew how the story ends, there was a satisfaction of reading it in great details. It was enjoyable to fully understand and grasp the full motives and personality of a character.