Falling in Love: Jane Eyre

And so the beginning of the real story! Our lonely orphan, who has grown up for years as a slave to the modest life of a hypocritical clergyman, is now a governess in a huge manor that is pretty much empty except for the few servants, the manager of the estate, and the little girl (also an orphan...am I sensing a trend?). And then, lo and behold, in strolls our mystery man: Edward Rochester...hmmmm a very interesting man. A somewhat difficult character to cope with if I do say so myself. I mean, he's so...just so...moody! So dang moody...and just difficult in general! His feelings of superiority are agitating...and his general ere is one of a nonchalant, aloof teenager. You know, the one who sits in the corner and barely comes out to speak to anyone?
I find it fascinating, by the way, that one can actually compare such a book as this to regular life between the ages of twelve and thirty. Between pages 183 and 188, Jane ends up sitting with Mrs. Fairfax and finds herself interrogating the poor woman about women that Mr. Rochester would possibly find interesting....such a common strategy to any person investigating someone they like. She asks about her looks, character, charm, the usual stuff that a woman falling for someone would ask; only then to slander herself in the mirror because she is not that woman. How sad...I wish it wasn't that way for her. I wish she could look at their encounter that night and feel excitement about it, going over and over it again and analyzing every little detail she could possibly squeeze from it; instead, she sits worrying that she isn't good enough...but then again, that has always been a human flaw, has it not?