I am in the middle of Jane Eyre. I have to say two things. First of all, it took me a while to get into this book. I started liking it once Jane arrived at Thornfield. Second, Brontë’s children strike me as entirely false. They are either too good or too bad, and they’re all too smart. What I mean by that is that I don’t think any kid talked like Jane or her friend Helen, even in the Victorian Era, and I didn’t believe them as characters.
And in case you care, Moby Dick is finally getting really good — I just read the part when Captain Gardiner of the Rachel was turned away by Ahab, who refused to help look for Gardiner’s missing son. I got goosebumps over these lines:
But by her still halting course and winding, woeful way, you plainly saw that this ship that so wept with spray, still remained without comfort. She was Rachel, weeping for her children, because they were not.
What a great biblical allusion.
I am afraid I won’t finish my R.I.P. Challenge by Halloween, but I am going to finish it nonetheless.
[tags]literature, r.i.p. challenge, reading, jane eyre, moby dick[/tags]