Good morning. Lovely (yet still dark) day here in Central Minnesota. I am sipping at my ever ready cup of COFFEE and doing what I enjoy in the mornings, reading my Shelf Awareness that magically appears in my email each morning and as reliable as a faithful dog. Love it. Love it.
Oh yeah… I love it.
This mornings edition had a couple interesting topics and then I was reading an interview with Erin Blakemore and she was saying that the book that changed her life was Jayne Eyre. She goes on to say that she has gasps of recognition as she rediscovers it for the thousandth time.
I couldn’t get through it once. It is like the kryptonite book for me…. I want to read it…. oh yes, I want to say that I have read Jane Eyre but I picked it up and I got lost in the what…. language? In the time?
I feel like I am a minority on this one… because I am constantly reading things like:
“Jayne Eyre changed my life – this is the best book I have ever read!”
“Through the years I always go back to Jayne Eyre my favorite book of all time!”
“A divine work of art that I will always carry within me!”
Wha? Why do I picture that if I was in Jayne Eyre times that her and my fictional self would have been like Laura Ingalls and Nelly Olson? And I am really not sure which of us would play what role as – like I have humbly admitted here…. I have not read the book.
So as I leave for work this morning, and to the cabin later today (there’s a big YAY!!!), I leave you with this question…. errrr…. questions.
1. Is it just me who struggles with Jayne Eyre?
2. What book is it for you that everyone raves about and you wish you could join the forces raising your glass to the author and to the book itself…. and yet you just can not get into it?
Anyway…. that’s where my head is at this morning.
Good morning Jayne…. coffee this morning? 😀