Jane Eyre is an orphan, growing up with her aunt Mrs Reed, who treats her rather badly. When Jane shows signs of rebellion against this treatment when she’s ten, she is sent to boarding school. 8 years later she leaves there to take up a position as a governess at Thornfield Hall, which belongs to Mr. Rochester. Jane and Rochester quickly connect with each other – but there is a secret in Thornfield Hall.
I thought I’d pretty much hate everything about Jane Eyre, especially Rochester. Fact is, I did not hate anything about it, really (apart from the constant piety, but it shall be forgiven in the historical cotntext). But I was really, really bored by it all.
I don’t know where I picked up the idea that I would hate Jane Eyre and that Rochester would be an abusive ass. But I’m glad to say that I was wrong about it. When I started reading, I thought that I was right after all: the little Jane is so meek and she’s pretty much a doormat. Thankfully that changes with Chapter 3 or so and Jane develops into a very good heroine.
She still isn’t my favorite person – she’s too obsessed with (Christian) morality for my taste and her doormattiness comes and goes with too much irregularity – but she is a great, flawed, strong character, even if I don’t like her personally.
Rochester as well proved to not be abusive as I thought he was. He’s moody. And he’s a bit of an ass and, again, for me personally, he’s no kind of attractive person (though it did help to picture him as Michael Fassbender who is like, insanely hot and manages to make me overlook personality shortcomings for a while). But at least he has a good reason to [SPOILER] lock his wife up in the attic. Though trying to marry Jane anyway is a real asshole move. [/SPOILER]
St. John on the other hand really is a dick.
But apart from the characters that where good even though I didn’t like them, the story mostly bored me. Brontë’s prose is too flowery for my taste and I just wished that everything was a little more concise. There’s just not enough that happens to justify the novel’s length.
Summarising: Maybe you like it better. But it really wasn’t my thing.