Jane Eyre

My love for this book is endless.

There are in a lifetime only so many books you can read, and out of those fewer are still that make your head their home, that affect you in more ways than one, and that stay with you long after the last page has been turned.

This is one of those books.

This was my first Charlotte Bronte book (who is now one of my favourite authors, and whose work I have since eagerly perused like a kid at a candy store years ago.)

Jane as a character is unbelievable: she just barely manages to contain herself between the covers of the book, at times she threatens to leap out of the paper. That is how splendidly written this book is.

A great re-read. Still a wonderful classic, although slightly more imperialist than I had remembered.

I think I read this for the first time when I was thirteen or so. One of my favorites of all times.

Loved the part where Rochester said (paraphrasing) Jane's mind was his toy and if it were broken he would take delight in it still. I think the best romances are about two people having a “meeting of the mind,” and I say this as someone who reads a fair amount of erotica, go figure.

I simply like the idea that a couple are compatible enough that you can imagine time together forever. This is the classic, literally, example.