Before I swoon so hard to the point I can't even finish this review, I'll give a brief overview of what Jane Eyre is about. It's the story of an eighteen year-old governess who falls in love with her brooding, hunky rich employer.
Need I say more?
Just kidding, that's the romance reader in me talking. Give me a young, innocent, strong-willed girl with simmering internal passions and an older, experienced, worldly man and I'm all in. But in all seriousness, this review is difficult to write because it's not possible to measure this book against a modern writing standard. It's written in the traditional Victorian period language, and much of it is meandering and overly-descriptive.
But the magic is in the story. Seriously reader, if you allow yourself to drown in this sweeping, gorgeous world, you'll never want to come up for air. The magic is in the characters. Jane is a woman ahead of her time because she yearns for adventure and independence. If anything, she reminds me a lot of Belle from Beauty and the Beast. And Rochester, although he's not described in the most flattering light by Bronte, is beyond swoon-worthy. His love for Jane is a revelation. I don't think there is any character of fiction, ancient or modern, whose passion is more alive and magical than Rochester's love for Jane. It was so vivid, it literally moved me to tears.
This book is powerful. It's lovely and haunting, and its essence resonates across the ages. Every modern love story could draw parallels to this tale. I wouldn't be surprised to hear that the authors of Twilight and Fifty Shades were inspired by Jane Eyre.
And I was SO EXCITED to hear there's a movie! Really?? Yay!
Honestly, this book isn't for everyone. But I've said it once, and I'll say it again: Any book that can make me cry automatically gets at least 4 stars. And this book seriously did just that. 4/5 stars.