Does it get better than the reunion of Rochester and Jane? Methinks not, my dear munchkins, methinks not. There I was, sit**spoiler alert** Oh Lawdy!
Does it get better than the reunion of Rochester and Jane? Methinks not, my dear munchkins, methinks not. There I was, sitting in the back of a sleepy diner on a cold Tuesday morn, given tacit permission by the lack of breakfast business to pass a good portion of the morning sipping coffee and reading the last 6 chapters of Jane Eyre in peace and quiet. All was good until the penultimate chapter. I could see the once proud and willful Rochester reduced to an enfeebled state groping in the darkness for the hand of his beloved Jane.
Oh Lawdy! I was positively unmanned, my glorious thornbirds, unmanned! I could barely read the fine print through my blurred vision. In between sentences I plotted my exit from the restaurant: how could I leave unnoticed? Were my eyes red? It also occurred to me that although I thought I read this novel back in college, I really only read the middle chapters that concern Jane's stay at Thornfield. The rest of the plot I pieced together from lectures. Strange that I decided it was one of my favorite books. Stranger still that I decided to teach the novel to my AP Lit class.
But it was well worth it, my tender lovebugs, it was well worth it.
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