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1. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Guh. No really. Guh. I swear, I think the last 50 pages or so may have broken my heart. I loved this, but I can't really explain why. I can, though, see why people forced to read it for school would hate it.

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Wait. What?!? Have you never read Jane Eyre before? Because that blows my mind a bit. I've been reading it pretty much every year since I was nine!!!

While there are portions of the book that strike me as tedious, they are wildly overshadowed by the fact that so many truly passionate moments have such strength.

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I had never read, never watched, never even Cliff Noted it in my life. I've owned it for about four years, but I find I have to be in a *mood* to deal with the way English literature of that time period is written. Even if I eventually end up liking what I read. Like I did here. Sadly, the catalyst was wanting to read it before they release a new theatrical version in March, in which a personal favorite is playing Mr. Rochester. I can't imagine anybody properly condensing this story into two hours. Ever.

You will find I am woefully behind on the reading of things that are good for me, because I was not forcefed it in school like most people. Also, I think I've been able to embrace the fact that I tend to like Brit lit more than American lit since I hit college. Give me the Booker Prize winning list and any random polling of what the Brits are reading, and I'll probably find myself a world in which to be lost.