- I hate our stupid cottage with a dark and treacly passion. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. If it’s not a mysterious and taciturn plumber who suddenly drops off the face of the earth without a fare thee well, never to return, it’s a blown pilot light and a furnace that won’t kick on, precipitating the need to find another plumber up there in the woodsy boondocks before the weather turns evil and every pipe freezes. And in the woodsy boondocks, plumbers are a strange and enchanted race – difficult to find, even more difficult to schedule. They possess antiquated answering machines, a hatred of returning long-distance phone calls, and a fear of being pinned down. I liken them to other mysterious, mercurial and possibly mythical enigmas – leprechauns, chupacabra, unicorns, the sasquatch.
- I think I am done with Facebook. I don’t mean that I’m going to delete my page, but honestly, I am starting to get a little creeped out about it. During a time when I am trying to limit the amount of distracting, squawking, shrill voices bleating around me with abandon, it is a whole lot of timesucking static. So many voices on that homepage, so much chatter, so many people trying to define their lives in twenty words or less and outdo each other. I’m guilty of it too, but I don’t need it anymore. I need more quiet in my head, not more voices competing for time.
- Okay. It’s been a long time since I’ve read it, and maybe I never did actually read it, I just think I did, because I do NOT remember it going this way. Halfway through the sixteen disc audiobook, I have to say – Jane Eyre’s Mr Rochester is a dick. Does he turn it around any time soon? Or does she continue to love him when he insults and berates her, and forces her to spend time with his despicable society friends who humiliate her to her face? But still, I keep listening.
- On a similar vein, why am I still reading ‘Eclipse’ – my ‘trashy vampire book’ as GB calls it – when I have Alison Weir’s ‘Lady Elizabeth’ in the stack on my bedside table? At least Jane Eyre is literature, whereas Bella Swan is just somewhat pathetic, with no life or interests of her own that don’t involve a man. Does she even have a HOBBY?
- I also have ‘Dust and Shadow – An Account of the Ripper Killings by Dr. John H. Watson’ which combines two irresistable things to me – Jack the Ripper and Sherlock Holmes!
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I have The Lady Elizabeth beside my chair as I type (along with my knitting)! I started it on the weekend and it’s a ripper. Open it! Ditch the dick!
Oh, lord! In a hundred years, though, Twilight will be litrature. I enjoyed bits of Jane Eyre as a teenager but I have to say: it’s stupid. And not very well written, in my opinion.
I’m with you on facebook. Usually I just log in, read the ten latest news posts, use it to message the few people I am friends with that I DON’T see regularly, and close the window. Sometimes you can smell the desperation for attention and I don’t like it.
Some day I may (try) to re-read Jane Eyre. I don’t remember anything about it except that I loved it as a teenager. I was a sappy teenager, though. We were assigned that one and Wuthering Heights, and I loved JE and not WH. Wonder what I’d think of either, now.
Nope, I’d have to agree that Rochester is dick. Wife in the attic? That pretty much sealed the deal for me. Have you read Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys? It’s a “prequel” to Jane Eyre that my professor had us read as a comparison to JE. I remember enjoying it much more than Jane Eyre.
I always get Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights mixed up in my mind. I think I read them the same semester in college–I should probably reread them just to get them straightened out.
WIFE IN THE ATTIC?!?
I’m pretty sure I have the right book–when Jane and Mr. Rochester are getting married and it’s revealed that he’s already married to the crazy lady on the third floor? Now I’ve got to go check Sparknotes to make certain I’m not the crazy one.
Oh, and the one joy I’ve had with Facebook is gossiping with my sister and some other high school friends about the girl we were all casual acquaintances with in H.S. but guiltily friended and now we’re glad we did because otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to talk about how crazy it is that she’s a grandmother at 34 and bragging about it all over FB.
No – you’re right – it’s the right book. I am now quite sure I NEVER read ‘Jane Eyre’ and I hadn’t gotten to that part of the audiobook yet! I couldn’t believe it! WIFE IN THE ATTIC!! What a dick!