Jane Eyre - By Charlotte Brontë

So it goes my modest opinion: I lo-ve it! Jane Eyre is absolutely adorable and not for her being simple and humbled, but for her having those characteristics and never loosing her truth self. No matter the importance of the situation, Jane never said or did anything just for the sake of pleasing those around her. Not even for Mr. Rochester who she regarded as her Master. She was resolute in her stubbornness, if you will.
Jane was plane, but bold. She was sweet, but imminent.
Before reading Jane Eyre I've had read some critics about how unrealistic this book seemed to some. And yes, I tent to agree that it wasn't everyday that we heard of very rich Masters marrying governesses or anyone not well born or poor for that matter. But to my view, unrealistic or impossible wouldn't be how I'll describe it. "Unlikely" is the better fit for the description of Mr. Rochester falling so much in love with our plain Jane. But for us, as such complex beings, who to say it would never happen?
What I found sincerely unrealistic further in the novel, was in fact Jane discovering to be the heir of such fortune - the discover been made by the very person who she had been living with. And even there, Brontë had such hold of the reader for the way she'd beautifully written it, that I'm most sure we can manage to believe such situation possible.
But enough of the bad stuff. Our plain Jane was a wonderful young woman who overcome a terrible childhood. First at the hands of her dreadful aunt Mrs. Reed, and then by the Lowood Institution, were she felt cold, hunger, cruelty from all around her apart from Miss Temple, the single kindhearted teacher, who Jane adored.
But believing better times ahead, she then becomes the governess at Thorfield.
And dear reader, the beautiful, delicate and intelligent manner that Mr. Rochester romances Jane, it's just lovely. It made me devourer the book in search of what would come next.
But what to say of the suspense? I was in absolute terror for our heroine, on every single episode of Mrs. Rochester appearances and dangerous mischiefs around the house. Never mind the fire started by her on Eduard's room, but what to say when she wanders around Jane's room the night before her wedding, to tear apart her veil and gets so uncomfortably close to Jane's eyes with her bloated purple face and then, blows off her candle, making Jane pass out of terror! Ow My, terrifying indeed!
Jane Eyre has romance, suspense, misery and pain among few other emotions very well portrayed by Brontë. And the end of this book touches me deeply for how sad but honest, obvious but sensible Jane finds her way back into Mr. Rochester's arms.
As for they rekindled romance and later wedding, it was plain and earthy, just as our dear Jane always were. Plain extraordinary Jane.