Wednesday, September 8, 2010

4:41

I've been made to eat my words; Jane Eyre really isn't all that bad so long as the reader is able to enjoy the titular character becoming overwhelmed by her own faculties four and five times a chapter.  She is forever on the verge of fainting or vomiting from excitment or worry or, even less plausible, appreciation.  It really shouldn't be as funny as it is, especially for a book about an overwrought orphan.

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