15 Books to Read If You Like Jane Eyre

When referring to Emily Bronte's "Wuthering Heights", Woolf said that the impulse that prompted Emily Bronte to create was not her own pain and injury. After reading "Wuthering Heights", I can't believe it. 

She said so. The kind of heart-wrenching passion in the novel is almost impossible to achieve by one's imagination without personal experience.

A well-meaning gentleman leads back from the street a dark child who grows up in love with the daughter of this gentleman, while his son abuses him in every possible way. Because he felt the low status of the outsider, the person he loved married someone else, and wanted to give him a chance to change his fate, but this hurt the outsider's self-esteem even more. 

He mysteriously disappeared before his lover married someone else, and a few years later, he made a fortune and launched frantic revenge, he not only got the property of those who had hurt him, but also watched them die one by one, And continued his revenge on their next-generation, fate finally mocked him, his son was a helpless douchebag, crying all day, sick, dying early, and his enemy's The child is just a replica of his youth. 

The person he loves and the daughter born by others become her daughter-in-law and later becomes a dead wife. He cannot prevent a new love from happening and finally dies in desolation. That's the story Emily Bronte tells us in her "Wuthering Heights."

When comparing "Jane Eyre" and "Wuthering Heights", Woolf said that "Jane Eyre" wanted to say "I love, I hate, I suffer", while "Wuthering Heights" went beyond itself and wanted to say " we, the whole of humanity" and "you, the external forces". 

I can't see any difference in the expression of love between the two books. If there is any difference, then "Wuthering Heights" expresses "I love more, I hate more, I suffer more", this kind of love, hate, the pain has reached its limit and brings nothing but madness and destruction. For two people who are madly in love, "we, the entire human race," "you, the outer world" is nothing, they are each other's entire universe.

"If everything else is dead and he's alive, I can live; if everything else is and he's dead, the whole universe will be so strange that I don't feel like I'm part of it anymore." As long as it is said in the mouths of people who are madly in love, I can hardly believe that love will last forever, but I believe that these words are from the bottom of my heart, and they are sent out with blood.

Love, when it was still sweet, was sunshine, rain, and syrup. When it is no longer sweet, it is a cold sword, the deeper the love, the more blood drips. For those who have suffered from love, it will be a sobering agent at any time, making him cautious before falling in love again, 

but even this will not necessarily prevent love from happening again until it shatters all that person's love about love's dream. I don't know how many people die for love, but I believe most of them survived and they survived until the years healed all their memories. How scary it is to think that one day we will be lost in the memory of someone we once loved.

 

　"I wish I could hold on to you," she continued bitterly, "until we both die! I shouldn't care what you suffer. I don't care about your pain. Why shouldn't you suffer? What? I'm suffering! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I'm buried in the dirt? 

Twenty years from now will you say, 'That's Katherine Earnshaw's grave. A long time ago I loved her and was sad to lose her, but it's all over. I've loved many more people since then: my child is more dear to me than she is; and, when I die, I won't I'm glad I'm going to her: I'm going to be sad because I have to leave them!' Would you say that, Heathcliff?"

But as long as you live, you have to deal with all kinds of things, until those complicated memories slowly drown out the initial memories, until old age, until life is flat until there is no desire for this world. It was a luxury to live on memories and revenge like Heathcliff did.

Emily Bronte lived to be only thirty years old. I don't know her background, but I think she was burned by passion and despair, which may be a happy thing for her.

 In Jane Austen's first work, despite a lot of revisions, you can still see the tenderness of the writing and the youthful simplicity and humor. There are no sophisticated analysis options, only youthful fantasies, and unreserved efforts. This is not only the author himself but also The author describes an ordinary, lovely, kind, and warm heroine.

       Reading Austen is lighthearted, she created our minds and knows ourselves better than we do. And what I was thinking was exactly what was written in the book. "There are very few women in the world, you won't have any other feelings when you know them, you will only be surprised that there are men in this world who like them and marry them if they like them." 

"Talking about politics leads to silence. "It turns out that no matter when and where young women first enter society, their thinking will intersect. Even having unconventional fantasies about the people and places around them is undoubtedly the patient of young women.

        From the beginning to the end of the book, the author's youthful playfulness is always revealed inadvertently. Unlike ordinary young people who have fallen into the situation of "forcing new words to say sorrow". 

This may be one of the reasons for Austen's eternal charm among female readers. The story of serenity, leisure, freshness, playfulness, and happiness is not our weekend afternoon dream!

Without further ado, let's talk about Rebecca. In this novel, she has never appeared, but she has always existed in everyone's heart. Outsiders thought this stunner was impeccable: beautiful, noble, intelligent, capable, daring, and powerful; 

but in her husband Derwent's eyes a complete devil, bitch! She can pretend that everyone can't see her heart, can't see her wildness, and can mix with anyone and confuse all beings. She would do unethical things, and she's in the process of cleaning up. 

This woman is too independent, too bold, she can ride a horse better than a man, and naturally, she can go out to sea alone. She loves no one, she only loves herself. She didn't want to be someone's accessory, and she didn't want to have a man's surname after her name. 

How scary to think, why ask your opinion on what to wear? Why do you talk about your color? Why do you have to invite guests and friends to hold a party as you wish? Just because of your surname!

       I think this is a women's liberation novel and the two heroines in the book are from two eras. Rebecca, seems to be a feminist, she pursues her own freedom, enjoys all kinds of men, and enjoys pleasure, maybe she is called a bitch, so what? She has a hut of her own. Anyone can spend the night here without being granted residency. As soon as the sun rises, people will leave. 

I think Rebecca may not bring too many people of the opposite sex here. Anyone who is willing to go to sea has a heart that cannot be tied. She may just hope that she can continue like this, reading a book, being in a daze, and sleeping. Yes, only where will she feel that she is the master, she is Rebecca, not the mistress of Mandali, not Mrs. Derwent. 

And the poor other Mrs. Derwent, Mrs. Continued Strings, was so well-behaved. It is no wonder that he is loved by the male protagonist. Men all want to have a wife like Rebecca, and at the same time are afraid of having it. Just because it's hard to tame? No, it is not. 

They are afraid that women get more respect and praise than them, and they are timid that their own light will be covered up by her. Let the man, the great sun, hide under the moon's brilliance. They can't stand the trick of controlling women being used on themselves. 

 From beginning to end, the male protagonist never loved Rebecca but was satisfied with the emotion that Rebecca brought prosperity to the manor and brought honor. Men are only afraid of the face. And this Lady Continued String is far less beautiful than Rebecca, and she is dull, but what men see in her is her innocence and her duty of being at the mercy of others. 

Mandoli's masquerade was not because Mrs. Sequel dressed up as Rebecca in the past to make him angry, but she went against his will for the first time after marriage - not dressed as, Alice, that innocent child. 

A man is naive. He wants to marry a wife and hopes that she will always keep the feeling she had when she knew her. Little do they know that a woman can become more perfect herself. This may also be a form of control and escape.

      "Your funny and confused expression like a little girl, the expression I like, has disappeared without a trace. Never again...you've become mature and prudent all of a sudden..." 

How could Derwent know how many times this little girl was sad because she couldn't hold herself back because of her immaturity, and was afraid that she would not be able to do Mrs. Derwent? In reality, how many men leave because women have been naive and unable to mature?

       Men want women like this, women like that, man, what do you want?

       Although Rebecca ended tragically, she truly lived out herself.

　　Woolf once wrote a book called A Room of One's Own, which encouraged women to be independent and have opinions about their own cabins. I think the best quote from the book here is "A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction."

Woolf's characters have a wonderful simplicity, but you don't fully understand him, and even if you've followed his inner monologue or personal perspective a long way, you're still not sure what you know is his. all. There is something hidden, you feel that he is alive, but hides something. 

Mrs. Dalloway is a lovely book, and in fact, every one of Woolf's books is lovely - and certainly decent. Someone asked me in what sense I used the word decency, I think it represents a sincere nobility with purity in which cleanliness and intelligence work. 

I think the Woolf at the back of the book is a witty woman with a good sense of humor, she's not pretentious at all, and her nihilism is endearing, but that cuteness doesn't diminish its desperation. After reading Mrs. Dalloway, the word came to my mind again: "integration". Our Mrs. Dalloway is a woman who perfectly integrates her divisions. 

She knew how to live well in this world, and she chose Richard over Peter. Peter is not someone who can integrate himself, he is "clumsy" to the world and will always be. And how Richard fits into the world, a one-way guy, but he has that tinge of introspective intelligence (if he didn't have even that, Dalloway wouldn't have tolerated marrying him). 

He has the advantage that he won't ask about the other side of Dalloway, he just dumps himself completely on her, and she accepts it with ease, she uses everything he has to achieve her own good life This side of her, but she also left her own space intact, which she knew Richard wouldn't notice. 

This hidden precious space is open to only two people: Peter and Sally. Everything went so well, friends, status, money. The banquet also started smoothly. Until Septimus, the news of the strange young man's suicide came. Mrs. Dalloway's perfect inner world cracked at that moment. No, the crack has always existed, it's just that she usually either looks at this side of the crack or the other side, and she jumps around freely, subtly avoiding facing the crack itself. 

And at that moment she had to look at the deep crack and stare at it, with no choice. More than once in the book, there is a mention of the waves, the choppy, repetitive motion. It seems that the book "The Waves" has long been in Woolf's mind. 

In fact, before reading Mrs. Dalloway I had the false impression that it was about a story that happened on a boat when it actually happened in her other book, The Voyage, but At the time, I did not know the existence of the book "Voyage". 

The waves have always been the image of her subject. "Voyage," "Jacob's Room," "Mrs. Dalloway," "To the Lighthouse," up to "The Wave," which directly imitates the movement of waves. This changing and repeating everything, surging, whistling, washing ashore, shattering, and disappearing, is an irresistible life.

After watching A Little Princess "Little Princess", I began to know the story when I was very young and watching the TV show "A Little Princess" played by Lan Dengbo. 

The second time I saw this story was when another young actor played the role on TV. Yes, I was moved twice after reading it, and now I have found the book to read, and I am also secretly reading it during work hours!

There are differences between the movie and the book. In the movie, the little princess's father is not dead, but in the book, the little princess's father is dead! But the storytelling of the little princess and the fairytale-like turning into reality all make me feel very beautiful, very happy, and very excited. 

When I saw the little princess starving, I felt very sad. How could a child like that endure so much suffering! Her little heart is so kind that she thinks the world is so dirty; she sees through everything in the world, her strong performance and the hypothetical fairy tale make me feel that everything is still so beautiful!

I also like the portrayal of the little characters in it, I like Lottie the crying child, I like the poor Becky, I like the bakery owner who changed because of Sarah, I like the Indian servant and the little monkey.

Everyone no matter where they are Don't give up your "assumptions" in such a situation, and maintain a princess attitude and politeness no matter what the environment is! Every fairy tale must believe that it is true!

In 2018, Little Women has been published for 150 years; in 2019, my three-year struggle to read it is finally over... The characterization in this book is undoubtedly a success. 

This is because the author spends a lot of space creating them, and that space is of no use other than characterizing them. This kind of emphasis on writing makes the background of the era in which the story takes place is very vague, and therefore the pattern is not high. 

The whole story is very simple, it takes nearly 800 pages to tell the story of four sisters in an ordinary family. In other words, very boring. It was only in the last 200 pages that the plot got a few ups and downs and I didn't have to sigh "so boring" every half a page. 

This book also confirms once again that I really don't like the way traditional novels are written - too little white space and too much concluding description, too much didactic to leave any room for contemplation. 

All in all, it's too sweet and tender and too serious and simple.