I often thought it-
now I know
you are what you read.
The refreshing meal, the brilliant fire, the presence and kindness of her beloved instructress, or, perhaps, more than all these, something in her own unique mind, had roused her powers within her...
I am moody.
Brooding even.
"Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt? May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agonized as in that hour left my lips; for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love"
I am reading an enthralling book Jude Morgan's
the Taste of Sorrow
while reading, again-
"My bride is here... because my equal is here, and my likeness"
Jane Eyre
What crime was this that lived incarnate in this sequestered mansion, and could neither be expelled nor subdued by the owner?—what mystery, that broke out now in fire and now in blood, at the deadest hours of night? What creature was it, that, masked in an ordinary woman’s face and shape, uttered the voice, now of a mocking demon, and anon of a carrion-seeking bird of prey?
Now you know.
I am shades of Grey.
Fog
& all muffled sighs.
Fog
& all muffled sighs.
"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me;
I am a free human being with an independent will."
Hilary Mantel writes 'as soon as I saw a Jude Morgan book I tossed aside the twenty other books I should have got to, and sat down to read it... completely involving, absorbing. Jude Morgan- on writing the Taste of Sorrow. It was precisely that question of the familiarity of the Brontes’ lives that posed the challenge in writing a novel about them. Part of the answer was perhaps to go back to sources, try to forget what I knew (or thought I knew) about them and study their lives as if it was an entirely new experience – above all, trying to clear away the legend and myth that has grown up about them. My own conviction about the Brontes was that they were not these fey ‘children of the moors’ who somehow happened to write great novels. They were very driven, very conscious as artists. In terms of narrative style I wanted above all not to try and reproduce a nineteenth-century style – you can’t compete with the Brontes! – but to give a contemporary feel without any anachronism. And above all to strive for empathy, to subsume yourself as a writer in the consciousness of these living characters.
Don't hesitate to read the Taste of Sorrow,
but
prepare for a mood swing.
"I resisted all the way: a new thing for me."
It may be the winter of our discontent.
"A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses; on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen shroud: lanes which last night blushed full of flowers, to-day were pathless with untrodden snow; and the woods, which twelve hours since waved leafy and flagrant as groves between the tropics, now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry Norway."
"I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you--especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly."
I am planning to read them all-
the novels of the Bronte Sisters, Charlotte, Emily & Anne
originally published under the names Currer, Acton, & Ellis Bell
originally published under the names Currer, Acton, & Ellis Bell
