Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre was first published in 1847 England. Readers and critics alike have been falling in love with the story ever since. It is British literature at its finest.
Young Jane is orphaned and sent to live with an unkind aunt and spiteful cousins. She is then shipped off to a rigid and poorly run boarding school managed by a pious bully. Think Oliver Twist.
Naturally all of this hardship is character building and she becomes a fine stoic young woman fit to serve as governess to a wealthy man’s charge.
Mr. Rochester is not only wealthy, he is strict and distant. He is intrigued by Jane’s strong will and intelligence. He soon invites her to evening conversations about books, current events and ideas. They slowly fall in love, but just as they are about to be married it comes to light that he is already married and his mad wife is locked up in the attic. Jane departs at once.
Time passes and she finds work as a teacher in a small village. She inherits a rather large sum of money. Mr. Rochester remains in her heart so she sets out for news of him. She learns his wife has died horrifically and he has been savagely injured in the process.
She marries him reader. And if that wasn’t happy ending enough, she learns the horrid aunt and cousins have come to ruin.
It’s hard not to love Jane Eyre, even if you aren’t partial to English literature or classics in general. The story is beautifully written and the reader is easily drawn to a very likable Jane.