Monday, September 22, 2008

excitement! FINALLY!

ITS ABOUT FREAKIN' TIME! The last few chapters have been snoreville...nothing exciting, nothing breathtaking...nothing! Jane had went from a strong, feminist character that I myself could really enjoy, to a weaklying; the ususal woman portrayed in yet another Cinderella. "Come save me, Prince Charming! Hurry!" blah blah blah blah! I was so ready to just chuck it into a fire and take pride in watching it burn. I mean, okay, so meeting St. John Rivers and his sisters was kind of a relief...most normal human beings do not like to watch their fellow creature suffer, no matter what they deserve. And then Jane gets her dream job! I mean, she's always wanted to be a teacher, right? So that was cool...
But then! Then we find out that these kindly souls are actually.....HER COUSINS! What the hell is this?????? JANE HAS FAMILY??????? SINCE WHEN??????? Part of me is really mad actually, because it wasn't this subtle enlightenment, like finding out Rochester had a wife. It was just "O yeah, by the way, I'm your cousin". It's like Bronte got bored or something, and just couldn't write anymore.
I hope, after this, it picks up a bit. It could've ended, right then. There better be something more...something a little bit more exciting....

1 comment:

David Lavender said...

I'm surprised by your "snoresville" reaction. First time through (way back when) I remember being frustrated by the sudden loss of Rochester, Thornfield and all the Bertha revelations, but thinking that Bronte was substituting something else pretty cool--Jane wandering around destitute and desperate. I understand how the chapter with her taking up a new post at the school may seem a little dull, but there's a lot going on there (think of the ways the relationship between St. John and Miss Oliver reflects on Jane's own aborted relationship with Rochester). And the revelation of 'family' (and fortune!), while not as dramatic as the revelation of Bertha, was certainly satisfying. Not many pages to go, not much time to tie things up--where will Bronte take us next?