Jane Eyre: orphaned at an early age, subjugated by her Aunt Reed to whose patronage she had been consigned after the death of her maternal uncle Mr. Reed, and then abandoned to Lowood School: a poorly run institution by a miserly stringent manager, had her childhood replete with mistreatment and oppression. However, these trials and tribulations couldn’t dampen her unfettered spirits, her resolve – instead roused in her passion to be her morale, truth her sword and decree of God her guide.
Jane Eyre is an embodiment of relentless fortitude in times of distress, religious demeanour protecting her from the ills of a depraved society and of mental illumination which help observe the silent yet minutest life. Her plainness is trifled by her possession of a rare generosity in always providing from her little means to anyone she finds in need. Charlotte Bronte has made us see beyond the materialism of our world and how void is the life thriving off monetary accumulation without virtue of soul. Jane’s relationship with Mr. Rochester is indicative of how love could only survive, regardless of fortune or corporeal beauty, by the supply of constant flow of deep and plain affection from the heart.
A lovely tale of female heroism fighting singlehandedly for what it believes is right in the light of moral guidance. No wonder this tale after decades on, still hails as one of the best, for its endless dictation of morality and self-sacrifice which I feel is greatly needed in our society today as ever before.
A short review originally posted on Goodreads. Detailed review to be posted here soon.