If I had to match books with colors, then ‘Pride and Prejudice‘ would be red violet and emerald-green; ‘Misery‘ would be bright red and white, doubtless; ‘The Mysterious Island‘ a nice whirl of blue and yellow.
Up to what I always heard, I thought ‘Jane Eyre’ would be of a bitter brownish shade, possibly tending to grey.
This couldn’t be less accurate.
Charlotte Brontë’s masterpiece is definitely a canvas of orange and green, crossed by strong sky blue brushes.
As Jane herself says to Mr Rochester, hers is no sad story.
Well, of course it isn’t the luckiest around either, but Jane Eyre is the best example of how the sun always shines on the face of those who are determined enough to held their heads up high.
Even when love is lost and forsaken.
Jane’s story didn’t start on the best of tracks. Mrs Reed was way too busy praising her worthless son, while picturing her as the devil incarnated, to see any of her good disposition and talents.
When, out of exhaustion – and in defense of a book, I must say – Jane reacts and crosses the line, Mrs Reed is ready to send her away and it’s with immense pleasure that Jane goes to school.
It’s not an easy start when she is introduced as the incarnation of evil, but her hard work pays back and in the following eight years she receives the best education she could wish for.
Then, it’s time for Jane to go on her way and she gets a job as a governess in Thornfield.
That’s where it gets interesting.
Jane Eyre arrives in Thornfield and meets Mrs Fairfax, the housekeeper, and the reckless pupil Adele.
A few months later, she finally meets Mr Rochester, owner and master of Thornfield.
Needless to say – and surprisingly spoiler-free – the love story is quick at coming and it’s the most wonderful love story I had the pleasure to read in the past year.
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