Review Of ' Jane Eyre '

In that terrifying moment, she realised that her worst nightmare had come true - a nightmare she wished upon no one. Her heart pounded so fast that it could be heard over a pair of thundering drums, and her pulse vibrated as if a violin bow were drawn over her nerves. Her cheeks turned the colour of scarlet and felt as hot as a billion burning suns, as fire entwined her veins and slithered like a snake up her spine. All she felt was anger.

Two dark brown eyes, hooded by heavy lids turned in his direction and, despite his mental pep talk, his heart immediately fluttered with longing. But he quickly pushed the feeling aside and stepping into the room, he managed a watery smile. “Hey.”

Through a close reading of the selected passage of Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre: An Autobiography, a reader can see that Jane attempts to separate herself from her decisions by personifying her emotions and giving them a specific voice, which strongly reflects the societal views of the time. At this point in the story, Jane has discovered, on her wedding day, that Mr. Rochester is still married to a woman named Bertha, and that woman still lives in his house. Distraught, Jane locks herself in her room and tries to decide what she should do. When she wakes up the next day, she is again confronted with what she needs to do in the wake of her discovery.

Darkness would always cover the forbidden town just passed the river bank. It was blocked off from the village next over. The village, in which one particular boy lived out a lonely life. On this night, he decided to embark on an adventure that would change his life. No one was to ever set foot in his town if they want to stay alive, for there was killer on the lose. And in this town no one was safe not even the dead.

“She has beautiful blue eyes, and, and long blonde hair" her mum says in between sobs.

I sit in front of Sarah, a body covered in a large yellow sheet. I asked her Why Sarah? Why? I knew in my head she was not going to answer this, but my heart was still convinced that we could have one last

told me to call the family to say goodbye." She reaches over to hug me, "But I didn't listen, I just kept

His skin was sun kissed and gorgeous. His smile was contagious and she fought the urge to grin at him like an idiot. She watched the slight pink of his tongue show between his teeth, how the very apples of his cheekbones turned a sweet ruddy red as he struggled to control himself.

Nick finds her eyes and her bright passionate mouth appealing. There was excitment to her voice, that men who cared for her found it difficult to forget. She had the voice that the ear follows up and down if each speech is an arrangment of notes that will never be played again.

used to looking at a dead body. Then she saw it, clutched in her hand

“My Sweet little blue-eyed girl, “ he said in a half- sung sigh that had nothing to do with [Connie’s] brown eyes but was taken up just the by the vast sunlit reaches of the land behind him and on all sides of him- so much land that Connie had never seen before and did not recognize except to know that she was going to it.

Hands were wrapped around my neck. I couldn 't breathe. I felt something touch my hand and I let out a sob. I tried to calm myself down. This isn’t going to happen again. I

Esther Chaddesley woke up with a hitch in her breath. She felt herself jerk upward, her dark brown; curly locks

Yesterday His clear, blue eyes, Illuminate his gaze. Loving sensation runs through my veins, Pumping warmth within me. These days vanish, Like the figments of a fantasy.

“Didn’t think you’d come.” A flame of life instantly blazed in her at the sound of the words. She couldn’t speak as she surveyed the scene. It was strange; he’d changed as little as the tree and it suddenly felt as if she’d