“The
soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a
faithful interpreter - in the eye.”
Charlotte Brontë made
my thoughts on old novels change. Through Jane Eyre I found that there can be
classic that I become absolutely enthralled. Sure, it still had some of the
conventional language found in older and gothic books: long paragraphs
describing something that appears to be insignificant (I’ll confess that
sometimes I end up skipping a line or two when it is too descriptive) and the
complete opposite, when a scene changes without notice that you are left to
wonder what is going on.

