I knew the story. I must have seen several BBC adaptations and movies of the story, growing up in London. And I knew of her; refreshed by a recent visit to the National Portrait Gallery in London. The short lives of all three Bronte sisters. (At medical school, we learnt that Charlotte died of hyperemesis gravidarum: dehydration from vomiting of pregnancy.)
But I had not read Jane Eyre until now. How is it not possible to fall in love with Jane? I feel compelled to share her. Published in 1847, Charlotte Bronte’s novel gives us her inner life, a remarkable window into a beautiful soul. Jane is born triply orphaned. Despite her sad life and lack of physical beauty, she has inner beauty, vitality and strength. Jane kept me entranced, through her journey to union with her soul mate. A role model of how I would like to react to adversity and immorality; and achieve harmony.