|View from my kitchen window…|
Last night, I stayed up well past my bedtime and finished reading Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë for the second time in my life. If you haven’t read this book, I high recommend doing so. Brontë’s work is notable and considered classic.
Having watched a private screening of the film earlier this year, compliments of Focus Features, I found the film to be quite true to the book. I recall walking out of the theater in Birmingham being disappointed that the film was over — it was that good — and I felt the same way when closing the book late last night.
When Mr. Rochester was first introduced, as a character, I “scorned” him and was pretty disgusted by the way he played with Jane’s heart and mind. In fact, I found it inappropriate that he invited Jane to merely sit and observe his so-called friends. They were quite disrespectful to her, uttering disparaging remarks without care or concern, and certainly within earshot. I was left questioning his character. However, by the end of the novel, I found Mr. Rochester to be quite redeemable and was satisfied with how the piece ended.
Diana, Mary, and St. John left me wanting to know more about their lives. I appreciated that Brontë chose to tie up the loose end by mentioning that Jane and her female cousins visit each other and St. John writes regularly. Speaking of St. John, I was disappointed by his bully-ish behavior pertaining to his marriage proposal. In my eyes, he essentially said: Marry me or you will be choosing the path to hell. Talk about fire and brimstone!
At this point, you are probably wondering why I have an image of a puppy featured on my blog rather than the relevant book cover. Early this morning, I was awoken from a dream about German archives by a dog howling off in the distance. I googled “raccoon hunting” from my phone; however, that particular activity is typically carried out during the night rather than early morning hours. Two hours later my Labrador Retriever was growling and pacing the house. Upon inspection of my yard, from various vantage points, I discovered an adorable pink-bellied pooch padding around.
I deemed her Jane Eyre. How appropriate for a little orphan wanderer!
My better half will be making an announcement, via Swap Shop (radio broadcast), about her…hopefully people come forward and claim the little darling. Earlier, I put together a cursory bed on the front porch and found her to be most amiable — rolling over on her back and wanting her soft little belly rubbed. Please note: we have no aspirations of keeping this dog.
My next read, which will be for Literature to Film Club, is The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson.