I had already read this novel in the sixth. My French teacher of the time we had imposed during the holiday reading of Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea or Jane Eyre ... Not being very focused on the fantastic beasts, I chose the latter without knowing in what I was getting into ... Of course, I loved my reading, it was the first classic I read and I realized it was a favorite! At the time, I read and reread certain passages and I cried all the tears in my body!
Today, on the occasion of this rereading, I realize 2 things ... A: I did not cry! Will I become heartless? Nay! I had the tears in their eyes, they were ready to escape and yet I have content ... it must be like being an adult ... Yet crying was good for me during a "read emotion."
Two, I knew the story by heart! No surprise even if my last reading dates back 15 years ... this story is now part of my brain!
And three (bein yes!) Read Charlotte Bronte is always so much fun! I can not help but identify with Jane Eyre, I imagine myself wearing dresses sad (black or gray), keep me right, spend my time studying and working conscientiously, be reasonable when passion would carry me ... 17h drink tea!
I can not tell you the story because either you've already read so you know it, or you have not read it yet and I do not want to take away the surprise of retrounements situations! Now I really want to read Wuthering Heights that I know. My book is once again, at my father ... I hesitated to retrieve the last time ... I should have! Now I must wait ... I'm really not ... Jane Eyre I'm neither patient nor reasonable! I moaned!
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