Reader, I read it. A quiet read we had, the book and I were alone present. And it was awesome and cheesy, impressive and haunting, but a little too religious in the end for me. Still, Jane Eyre is an absolute masterpiece and Charlotte Bronte was a brilliant writer who died far too young. So fuck you, tuberculosis. And many thanks to Charlotte for this wonderful lovestory, and for creating Jane, that strong, independent woman who wasn’t plain at all.