Jane Eyre: My Reaction

I am going to come right out and say the, most likely, pretty obvious by this point: I did not like this book. It creeped me out to be completely frank. Although it was a much more enjoyable experience then previous summer reading selections, I will probably never touch this novel again. The freaky-vampire-possessed-secret-wife in the attic part simply did not tickle me pink. I did enjoy it's strong message of not to judge a book by its cover. People do that way to much these days. We all do have that DNA strand...I wasn't lying. We are all stuck in this little box and cannot seem to find the courage to find a way out. It's infuriating at times. Jump out of the dang box, punch a hole, eat your way out, summon your unicorn friends to poke a hole, Accio chain saw! The possibilities are endless as to how to extricate yourselves from this little box of judgementalness! Moving on, I did enjoy the fact that Jane wasn't your typical beauty like every other heroine these days. She was a plain jane, ahahahaha how punny :)) This is what blogging does to me...the result so far has not been very good, as shown in the previous example of my humor currently.