I am reading Jane Eyre. Yes, my judgemental prejudiced head decided to give it a go before the film comes out (two words: Michael. Fassbender.) and, as usual, proved me wrong. Charlotte Bronte is such a great, skilled writer that when I read her I go into complete feminist you-go-girl mode. I love the way she paints the characters, her psychological observations and the wonderful flawed Jane. I love how the writer never idealises her nor anyone else in the book and this makes everyone so beautifully fragile and sympathetic.I almost don't want to see the film now, if it were not for the two words mentioned above.So now I officially admit that I was wrong to look down on romanticism. Well... live and learn, right!?!
