When Y, L, and I first thought up this reading challenge, we were all so excited. Part of the reason we wanted to do this was to make ourselves read “classic” books outside of our comfort zone.
The intent was there but some fell a little short.
I was the only one that actually finished Jane Eyre.
As predicted, S didn’t get off the first page. More surprisingly, L and Y both only made it to Chapter 2. (To be a little fair, Y had read the book before and L still intends to read it, just didn’t get it finished in January.) I have to say, I am very disappointed. It took me almost two weeks to read Jane Eyre. (A very sad fact but, hey, I’m honest.) The important thing is, I read it. I finished it. I clearly was struggling with it but I saw it through. Which was the point.
So, my first blog about our discussions and views on the book is a little bit of a flop.
This has left in me in a bit of a pickle. I have to post something, have to follow through, right?
My feelings* on Jane Eyre:
This was a dull and dreary read for me. I do not understand how a story with so much drama and scandal can be so boring. Charlotte Bronte was too word-y. Jane Eyre was a goody-goody and I just could not relate to her at all. There were moments that made no sense to me. The scene where she agrees to marry Mr. Rochester but wants to continue to be Adele’s governess, for example. She is saying she wants this so she can be independent of him. Mr. Rochester will be her employer. I fully understand her desire to be independent and to earn any money/presents he gives her. I applaud that sentiment. However, she is setting herself up to always be a servant to her husband’s household. I just didn’t get it. Also, maybe during the time period this was written, everyone spoke French. I do not. So I understood nothing Adele or Sophie said because Charlotte Bronte felt no desire to translate. (This bugged me so much. I think I rolled my eyes every time it happened. I did not, however, care enough to Google Translate.)
Something good I can say about Jane Eyre is that I am still thinking about it. I finished the book three, almost four, days ago at this point, and I am still mulling it over. I have not written a review for my GoodReads page yet and maybe that’s why it’s still on my mind. Or maybe that’s the secret of the book. Maybe it’s one of those that you have to fully process to fully appreciate. I seem to be growing more fond of it. I slightly regret my initial 2.5 star rating and am now leaning more towards 3 stars.
I do know this: I am very glad I read it. Partly, so I could point to Y and L and say “Shame on you.” Partly because I finished something that I said I would do, even though it was more difficult than I first thought (won’t lie, spite played a minor role in my perseverance.) Partly, for the novel itself. The ending made me tell Y and L that it wasn’t so bad, that it did get better the longer you went on.
Next month: Persuasion by Jane Austen
:Salutes with a cup of tea: Happy Reading!