"Charlotte Brontë, do not Wanty"

The writer S.J. Bolton tells The Advocate about the "book that changed me":

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë
I read and loved this book when I was very young and it is possibly the reason why, so many years on, I write Gothic mysteries in which romance and suspense intertwine like ribbons in the wind. Atmosphere, mystery, a deeply passionate love story and the most compelling hero in literature: this book has everything for me and is, rather than Wuthering Heights, the true Brontë masterpiece. (Lucy Sussex)

It seems that the original script of Tim Michin's Matilda musical is going through some changes for its New York premiere, including one which introduces some Brontës in it. We read in the Daily Mail:

Tim Minchin is said to be ‘amused’ after the producers of the US version of his smash-hit musical Matilda meddled with the script.
The show, for which Tim wrote the words and music, transfers to Broadway next week.
He has had to change a line from a song to remove all reference to Harry Potter and anything else that wasn’t in the original Roald Dahl book.
My mole on the show says: ‘Matilda’s father throws a book  in the bin and sings “Harry Potter, what a rotter”.
That that line is being replaced by a reference to Jane Eyre which  goes “Charlotte Brontë, do not wanty”.
There’s a policy of not having anything in that happened after 1988 when the book was published.’

The Evangelical Post devotes an article to Wuthering Heights:

For Heathcliff and Catherine, is it better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all?
Here’s another way to phrase this question: Is it better to live passionately or safely? Better to spend a single day in the sun or to live one hundred years in the depths of a cave, never to experience the bright world?  (Victoria Van Lear) (Read more)

The Observer and The Telegraph talk about the results of the Grand National. And they remember Harvey Smith who:

Praise for officialdom might be regarded as something new from Smith, famous as a plain-speaking outsider in the stuffy world of show-jumping when that sport benefited from much TV coverage in the 1970s. He is still remembered for the V-sign he flicked at judges after winning a competition at Hickstead in 1971, having had a vigorous exchange of views with one of them that morning.
A report from the time, now preserved on the BBC's website, claimed he was known as "Heathcliff on horseback" and said the altercation arose from the fact that Smith arrived at Hickstead without the trophy, which he had won the year before. "The rider said he had 'forgotten' it but critics claimed it was because he arrogantly assumed he would be taking it home again," said the report. (Chris Cook)

Maryka Biaggio recommends in The Huffington Post Sándor Márai's Embers:

But Márai's novel Embers is so touching that it should be widely known, and I, who pride myself on being familiar with such obscure gems as Zeno's Conscience and Wide Sargasso Sea, am puzzled and shaken by my failure to have previously unearthed it.

La Gaceta (Argentina) talks about reading and children:

"¿Cómo un niño se vuelve lector? No sé. Desde chicos nos quedan escenas de lecturas. Me acuerdo de una tía que cuando leía lloraba y yo le preguntaba por qué, y ella me contestaba que era por la novela. Entonces yo no veía las horas de leer 'Cumbres borrascosas'", comentó la coordinadora de talleres literarios del grupo Mandrágora. Así como se aprende a hablar por imitación y repetición, algo parecido ocurre con la incorporación del hábito de la lectura. (Translation)

Girl with Her Head in a Book has a recommendation that we truly share: a visit to Haworth; Mirabile Dictu posts about Villette.