I was first rec’d this book in my “I Hate Classics” stage – (also known as that period in time called “high school”). I didn’t enjoy any of the classics that we were required to read, and made the stupid assumption that all classics were like this.
Thank God for Jane Austen coming along and changing my mind. (Or perhaps I ought to be saying “Thank God for Colin Firth playing an absolutely wonderful Mr. Darcy and changing my mind.”)
There are only a few books that, as soon as I have finished, I want to go back and start all over again. There are fewer still where half way through the book, I need to stop, go back, and start again just to read all the good parts that I’ve already read over again. This is one of those few books.
The language used in this book is enchanting. The characters seem real to me, and were just so interesting. Especially Grace Poole and the mystery surrounding her. In all honesty, I think that was one of my favourite parts in the book. (After we found out about that, I must say that the book didn’t excite me as much as it had previously…. but it was still good, don’t get me wrong!)
There is something about Mr Rochester that brings to mind Dean Priest from Montgomery’s Emily series. I think it must be the way he talks of fey and whatnot. Plus the age difference, but still, he seemed very Dean-ish to me, and it makes me think that perhaps, if I wasn’t such a die-hard Tenny fan, I might have enjoyed Dean a little bit more. Perhaps I shall have to revist Emily again to decide on that one.