"It is not he that I love, it is a creature of my imagination." - “It is not he that I love, it is a creature of my imagination.” - *Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (via antigonick)*
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Death of a Schoolgirl (The Jane Eyre Chronicles)Joanna Campbell SlanEditor's Synopsis:
07 Aug 2012
In her classic tale, Charlotte Brontë introduced readers to the strong-willed and intelligent Jane Eyre. Picking up where Brontë left off, Jane’s life has settled into a comfortable pattern: She and her beloved Edward Rochester are married and have an infant son. But Jane soon finds herself in the midst of new challenges and threats to those she loves…In this day and age of publishers and writers of so-called 'mummy-porn' retellings of the classics seemingly taken themselves way too seriously for what they are trying to sell, it is refreshing to read a reworking of a classic that while surely serious work on the part of the author does not take itself too seriously.
Jane can’t help but fret when a letter arrives from Adèle Varens—Rochester’s ward, currently at boarding school—warning that the girl’s life is in jeopardy. Although it means leaving her young son and invalid husband, and despite never having been to a city of any size, Jane feels strongly compelled to go to London to ensure Adèle’s safety. But almost from the beginning, Jane’s travels don’t go as planned—she is knocked about and robbed, and no one believes that the plain, unassuming Jane could indeed be the wife of a gentleman; even the school superintendent takes her for an errant new teacher. But most shocking to Jane is the discovery that Adèle’s schoolmate has recently passed away under very suspicious circumstances, yet no one appears overly concerned. Taking advantage of the situation, Jane decides to pose as the missing instructor—and soon uncovers several unsavory secrets, which may very well make her the killer’s next target…
I awaken in the night and feel such emptiness as I have never known.Right. Because his wife going to friends in London for a few days is so much harder to bear than the time when he didn't know what had become of he or whether she was alive at alliii) And this inane conversation between Jane and someone else:
"I come from a family of scholars. My brother Adonis was a historian who traveled to France to do research. Sadly, he fell in love with a disreputable woman and was killed by one of her jealous lovers. We had hoped to open our own village school. Ministering to poor children was our dream, you see." [... To which Jane replies,]"Words prove inadequate; however, again, I am sorry