Freckles the same size as the umlaut in Brontë

Let's begin with bookspotting from The New Yorker:

Late Thursday night, on the local train, heading down to Tribeca. We’re weary passengers tonight: the train is half empty, people slumped, clutching their bags, the lights blurring the orange seats. A young woman is holding a Penguin Classic—“Jane Eyre,” to be precise—lips pursed and brow furrowed in perfect concentration. A lovely shade of natural blond frames her face, and she’s still got freckles from the summer, the same size as the umlaut in Brontë on the book’s spine. She’s in a white long-sleeve polo and bluejeans, her legs criss-crossed around a Gap bag. All she needs is a golden retriever, a lacrosse stick, and a Volvo station wagon to complete the picture; all she has is Mr. Rochester and his Thornfield Manor. (Thessaly La Force)

The Globe and Mail talks about young adult fiction and mentions Jane Eyre:

"Young adult" has always been a troublesome category. It didn't exist when I was a teenager. We just had to read adult novels - which we did, gluttonously.
There was no intermediary stage between children's books - such as the Narnia series - and The Catcher in the Rye, which is not a teen book but an adult book about a teen. Jane Eyre has been a favourite of teenage girls since it was published. (Russell Smith)

Julia Pascal talks about a very personal experience in The Times:

I was too naive to see the irony of the situation. I was a semi-naked pupil made to parade before such titles as Jane Eyre, Lolita and Sentimental Education.

If you want to know the context, read the complete article.

The Guardian interviews Polly Teale who now is presenting her new play Mine. Her Brontë background is mentioned:

Previously, Teale's work with Shared Experience has focused on "stories that are huge and universal and timeless": notably, adaptations of Jane Eyre and War and Peace, and her biographical plays about the Brontë sisters and the writer Jean Rhys. (Mandy Costa)

icWolverhampton reviews the current performances of Wuthering Heights in Birmingham:

Emily Bronte's classic story of love, jealousy and revenge on the wild Yorkshire moors is given a brand new look in this clever adaptation by April De Angelis.
This stage version is, however, a vastly different look at the story than we experienced in the old Laurence Olivier film which tore at the emotions.
The chemistry between free-spirited Cathy and the rugged, moody Heathcliff seems to lack the raw power we have come to expect, even though there are excellent performances from Amanda Ryan and Antony Byrne.
Somehow the passion isn't at full throttle, so Cathy's decision to marry the wealthy Edgar Linton (Toby Dantzic) does not come as quite such a shock, even though it sparks rage and revenge from the angry Heathcliff.
Veteran actress Susannah York is superb in her role as family servant, Nelly, while linking the action together as a kind of narrator. (Paul Marston)

Let's now look at some reviews on the blogosphere: Villette by Particles of Light, Wuthering Heights by Small Victories and Libris, Lobros, Lubrus (in Spanish), Gilbert & Gubar's The Madwoman in the Attic by The Egalitarian Bookworm and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Murúch. El Espejo Gótico translates Charlotte Brontë's Retrospection into Spanish.

Categories: Books, Poetry, References, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Theatre, Translations, Villette, Wuthering Heights