[Gifted from the publisher, Hodder & Stoughton. All opinions are my own.]
First and foremost, I would like to apologise for my absence on here. I’m been super bogged down by university work, work work, and having a life outside of my bedroom, but I’m back, read a few books in my hiatus, and I’m ready to talk about them till my hands ache from typing. Thanks for sticking around!
We can all agree that we’re sick of the same old Wuthering Heights retelling; bored of seeing Mr. Rochester reflected in every modern fictional fuck boy; and that nothing will outshine The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. No one can capture the hearts of readers like Charlotte did with Jane Eyre, like Emily did with Wuthering Heights, and like Anne did with Tenant. Instead of reimaging the classics, why don’t people turn to reimagining the lives of the authors? Well, this is exactly what Bella Ellis did with The Vanished Bride, where the sisters are detectives, solving the mystery of a missing woman, who left nothing but a bloody room behind her. It might not be plausible, or, you know, accurate, but it’s different. It’s fun.