Reading Jane-Eyre for the 3rd time, and can't stop marveling how much I associate to this kid, this passionate kid, suppressing and suffering and letting out words in full force. Now its not the story that is of interest but the depiction.. Should read classics more often. One time is just waste for the interest is on the story and how it ends.......But after that everytime you read it, it seems anew, emerging with a new light, a new insight a new beauty and marvel of the great art work. Besides what a lovely and sincere dialogue delivery, how can anyone depict all the thoughts in such a way to stir you to the core, as if you were there, witnessing it and you smile and laugh and cry and shout with the kid.. in her lonely sojourn and fight.
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