Jane Eyre. Just the name makes me feel like I’m on a windswept moor straggling toward a looming house in the distance. The moor is bare, except for a gnarled tree where ravens roost… just kidding. It makes me feel like I’m sitting in my literature classroom agonizing over an in-class essay. Turns out, the cold chill of the moor and the cold chill of having two minutes to finish my paper aren’t that different.
Anyway, here are 7 thoughts I had while reading Jane Eyre, that most wonderful and confusing of Gothic novels. WARNING: spoilers ahead!