A few months ago, I watched the wonderful 2011 film Jane Eyre (the version with Mia Wasikowska and Michael Fassbender) on a streaming app. Exactly a couple of weeks later, I watched it again — this time with a friend, to give him company. The second time around, I felt I was almost watching it for the first time, I remembered practically nothing except the few lines that I had written down while watching it a fortnight ago (like “I’ve a strange feeling with regard to you, as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave, I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap” — an adaptation of Charlotte Brontë’s original lines). In the intervening two weeks between my two watches, I had flitted through a gamut of movies and serials, some of which I really liked, but none of which I remembered distinctly. They had all fallen by the wayside down memory lane. (Sushmita Bose)
Then we get winter. My favorite time of day in the winter months is still right at dusk. I think it’s because it gets cold. I like to cozy up with a Charlotte Brontë book and a hot cup of tea. Perfection. (Teresa Kindred)
Zenda (in Spanish) publishes a Spanish translation of Come, Walk With Me by Emily Brontë. Público (Portugal) talks about the recent acquisition of the Blavatnik-Honresfield collection by the Parsonage and other British institutions. One of the reviewers on Tzum (Netherlands) chooses Wide Sargasso Sea as one of the best books read in 2021.
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