Last Wednesday, I headed to London for a lil’ day trip. I somehow managed to land an interview for the Curtis Brown Books internship. It’s safe to say that the interview went terribly, so I treated myself to some books n that. Any excuse, really…
London was an OK place.
I’ve always been a little sad about having to one day move there. All the jobs I want are London-centric. I knew I’d have to up my life and start all over again there. I was always a little despondent about it, though. I’ve only been to London twice and I never really got to explore the place. It was hop on coach, hop off, and then hop back on again.
Wednesday was the first day in London that I actually got a feel for the place. I don’t feel too scared about moving there now – well, one day. I’m actually quite looking forward to it. It’s so big, and there’s so much to do. I mainly spent my time in two different Waterstones, but I did head to the National Portrait Gallery to see the Brontë paintings!
Anyway, long story short, I felt awful after the interview. I haven’t found out whether I got the internship yet, but I just know I haven’t. It didn’t go well. I clammed up and I was uming and arring a lot. I decided to treat myself to make it all better. So, yeh, let’s discuss the things I picked up.
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‘Do you think I am an automaton? A machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think me wrong!’
I made it my goal this year to reread (and annotate) all the Brontë novels. It’s safe to say that won’t be happening. I’ve only managed two so far, leaving me with five. It’s doable, but I don’t want to dedicate the rest of the reading year to it, so I’ll carry it onto next year instead.
One of the challenges for this year’s #Victober was to re-read a Victorian classic, so, naturally, I chose Jane Eyre. It’s my favourite book of all time. My comfort book. The one I can return to time and time again, never growing bored, and always taking away something new from it. It’s my third time rereading it. I somehow loved it even more this time round.
As usual, the remaining chapters is what makes the book so special to me. It might seem weird to say, but I feel privileged to have witnessed Jane’s journey through life. Charlotte told the story in a way that allowed me to build a relationship with our protagonist. I felt what she felt; I craved what she craved; and I was desolate when she was desolate. It probably has something to do with the type of character Jane is: she’s ordinary. Just like any other. She isn’t a distant, middle-class character; she is very much present in the real world.
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Reading wrap-ups are outdated. I’m bored of them. Reading updates are my new thing. Every two weeks, I’m going to post one of these. It’s a much longer post where I actually chat about the books I’ve read, rather than just presenting the name, my rating and the synopsis.
I started October with my all-time favourite book: Jane Eyre. I’m taking part in #Victober this year, and one of the challenges was to re-read a Victorian classic, so I chose my fave after my trip to Haworth last month. Jane Eyre follows the titular character through life, journeying from childhood to adulthood, from poverty to wealth, from loneliness to love. It is such an enchanting read.
The main reason I picked this up was to rekindle my passion for Victorian literature. My Masters, despite how much I enjoyed it, really killed my love for this period. It was just nonstop. I needed a well-deserved break from it. It lasted for a few months, but I started to miss it. Victorian literature is My Thing. Jane Eyre kickstarted my relationship with Vic lit, so I was hoping it would do it again.
It did, to some degree, but I’m not completely there yet.
Nevertheless, I loved my re-read. I love how Charlotte Brontë tells a story. Jane is a brilliant character; she defies the expectations of a Victorian woman and does so unashamedly. My favourite part of the book, as always, is reading about her and Rochester’s relationship. The final 50 pages? B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L.
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