When I went to the bookstore to purchase Jane Eyre, the bookseller asked if I’d read it before and when I said “no” he said “I don’t blame you”. Okaaayyyy…Also, I’m not into romance novels at all, so the only thing that made me think this book would be tolerable is that it is described as a “gothic romance”. Gothic—now we’re talking.
The book drew me in from the get go—mostly because Jane reminded me of myself; but I’ve heard others say that the beginning is slow. The first 40 pages are basically the same plot as the first 40 pages of Harry Potter, so I don’t know how you can complain too much.
My biggest gripe when reading Jane Eyre is that I don’t speak French. The young girl that Jane teaches is a native French speaker and there are entire paragraphs that are completely French. There were bits and pieces that I could puzzle though, but mostly I just didn’t understand those paragraphs. I don’t think I lost too much meaning.
As it turned out, I really enjoyed this book. It is by far my favorite 19th century romance to date. It was definitely a romance, but it wasn’t so sappy as to make you sick. Every time it got too Disney princess on me, almost immediately something Edward Scissor-hands would happen. If Tim Burton ever gets a hankering to do a romance, this is the one he should pick up.
If this book were a movie, I’d rate it: PG-13 for a little gore.
Overall Grade: B
Would I recommend this book to my friends? Yes