I read Jane Eyre (1847) by Charlotte Bronte when I was in tenth grade. I’d grown up watching the various film renditions, so was already fond of the story. As such, I loved the experience of reading the novel. The title character is a physically plain but intelligent young woman who sets out to become a governess for a wealthy and temperamental man’s ward. She falls in love with the man, Rochester, but he keeps dark secrets in that big, old mansion of his. Gothic and haunting, heartwarming and romantic, this story never gets old to me!
