#Lowood

[cynosurus]

The character Helen Burns, the saintly and sickly school friend in Jane Eyre, gives strong signs of what we today would call ADHD like symptoms! Just listen to this, it fucking makes me cry. She has just been punished with the cane for being untidy, and this is how she talks of herself:

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"You say you have faults, Helen: what are they? To me you seem very good."

"Then learn from me, not to judge by appearances: I am, as Miss Scatcherd said, slatternly; I seldom put, and never keep, things in order; I am careless; I forget rules; I read when I should learn my lessons; I have no method; and sometimes I say, like you, I cannot bear to be subjected to systematic arrangements. This is all very provoking to Miss Scatcherd, who is naturally neat, punctual, and particular."

"And cross and cruel," I added; but Helen Burns would not admit my addition: she kept silence.

"Is Miss Temple as severe to you as Miss Scatcherd?"

At the utterance of Miss Temple's name, a soft smile flitted over her grave face.

"Miss Temple is full of goodness; it pains her to be severe to any one, even the worst in the school: she sees my errors, and tells me of them gently; and, if I do anything worthy of praise, she gives me my meed liberally. One strong proof of my wretchedly defective nature is, that even her expostulations, so mild, so rational, have not influence to cure me of my faults; and even her praise, though I value it most highly, cannot stimulate me to continued care and foresight."

"That is curious," said I, "it is so easy to be careful."

"For you I have no doubt it is. I observed you in your class this morning, and saw you were closely attentive: your thoughts never seemed to wander while Miss Miller explained the lesson and questioned you. Now, mine continually rove away; when I should be listening to Miss Scatcherd, and collecting all she says with assiduity, often I lose the very sound of her voice; I fall into a sort of dream. Sometimes I think I am in Northumberland, and that the noises I hear round me are the bubbling of a little brook which runs through Deepden, near our house;—then, when it comes to my turn to reply, I have to be awakened; and having heard nothing of what was read for listening to the visionary brook, I have no answer ready."

"Yet how well you replied this afternoon."

"It was mere chance; the subject on which we had been reading had interested me.

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"And when Miss Temple teaches you, do your thoughts wander then?"

"No, certainly, not often; because Miss Temple has generally something to say which is newer than my own reflections; her language is singularly agreeable to me, and the information she communicates is often just what I wished to gain."

"Well, then, with Miss Temple you are good?"

"Yes, in a passive way: I make no effort; I follow as inclination guides me. There is no merit in such goodness."

[hauntingsoundtracks]

Jane Eyre (1996), directed by Franco Zeffirelli

Lowood, original soundtrack by Claudio Capponi and Alessio Vlad

[junk-culture]

actually forget rating jane eyre adaptations based on their faithfulness to the book the quality of acting the chemistry the cinematics etcetera etcetera. let's base our analysis on how cute the dogs playing pilot are

[darkstarsrise]

oh no, @kcrlcv is hot...

ㅤㅤㅤ❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜

✧˖*°࿐ The threat as it was should have been terrifying. She should have been terrifying, and okay, so she was terrifying in that way that a predator can be beautiful and graceful, yet you still knew that it could rip you to pieces without expending enough effort to even need the calories you'd provide when it ate you. Cas knew without a doubt in the world that she could absolutely tear him apart because he'd seen her in action, but he wasn't afraid.

ㅤActually, that was a lie because the primitive lizard part of his brain recognized the lethal danger and was shouted over by the conscious part of his mind that took the jolt from the fear and fed it into excitement. It was Anna, his Anna, and she was beautiful in any form, be it the quiet. peaceful girl that held his face in her cold hands or the floating, black-eyed goddess with the tendrils of inky hair that moved as though she were underwater and her dress dripping with thick, dark blood. The threat as it was should have made him back up because even as a ghost hunter, he was no match for her, or it should have made him run because as a human he was just a chew toy for her, but instead he tilted his chin up to regard her, almost like he was offering more of his throat.

ㅤ"Fresh, of course. Why waste it and get your dress all dirty?" he teased her, a little smile sliding over his lips despite himself because he simply couldn't fear her, not Anna, not anymore. "Anna, come back."

[school-of-all-time]

Round 1, Bracket 4

[blueheartbooks]

"Unveiling the Depths of the Soul: A Profound Exploration of 'Jane Eyre: An Autobiography' by Charlotte Brontë"

Charlotte Brontë's "Jane Eyre: An Autobiography" is an enduring literary masterpiece that transcends the boundaries of time and genre. As I immersed myself in the hauntingly beautiful narrative, I was captivated by Brontë's ability to craft a compelling story that delves into the complexities of love, identity, and societal expectations.

The title itself, "Jane Eyre: An Autobiography," sets the stage for a deeply personal and introspective journey. The novel unfolds as a first-person narrative, allowing readers a direct glimpse into the innermost thoughts and emotions of the protagonist, Jane Eyre. Brontë's decision to frame the story as an autobiography adds an intimate layer to the narrative, creating a profound connection between the reader and the resilient, independent, and fiercely intelligent Jane.

The novel begins with Jane's tumultuous childhood, marked by abuse and neglect at the hands of her aunt and cousins. Brontë paints a vivid picture of Jane's resilience and thirst for knowledge, setting the stage for a character who defies societal expectations and challenges the limitations placed upon her by her gender and social class. Jane's journey from the oppressive Lowood School to her position as a governess at Thornfield Hall is a testament to her indomitable spirit.

One of the most compelling aspects of "Jane Eyre" is the complex and evolving relationship between Jane and Mr. Rochester. Their connection is not a conventional fairy tale romance; rather, it is a nuanced exploration of love that transcends physical appearances and societal norms. Mr. Rochester, a brooding and enigmatic figure, becomes a symbol of Jane's struggle for autonomy and equality in a society that seeks to confine her to predetermined roles.

Brontë's prose is both eloquent and evocative, creating a rich tapestry of emotions and imagery. The novel's atmospheric descriptions contribute to the Gothic undertones, particularly as Jane navigates the mysterious corridors of Thornfield Hall and confronts the secrets concealed within its walls. The vivid landscapes and settings mirror the emotional landscapes of the characters, adding depth and resonance to the narrative.

Beyond the central love story, "Jane Eyre" grapples with profound themes of morality, religion, and the search for identity. Jane's moral compass is unwavering, and her internal conflicts with societal expectations and her own sense of right and wrong provide thought-provoking reflections on the human condition. The novel also addresses issues of class disparity, gender roles, and the constraints imposed on women in the 19th century.

In conclusion, "Jane Eyre: An Autobiography" is a literary tour de force that continues to captivate readers with its timeless themes and complex characters. Brontë's exploration of love, independence, and societal critique is as relevant today as it was in the Victorian era. As I closed the final pages, I marveled at the enduring power of Jane Eyre's story and the indelible mark it has left on the landscape of classic literature.

Charlotte Brontë's "Jane Eyre: An Autobiography" is available in Amazon in paperback 17.99$ and hardcover 25.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 476

Language: English

Rating: 8/10                                           

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

[blueheartbookclub]

"Unveiling the Depths of the Soul: A Profound Exploration of 'Jane Eyre: An Autobiography' by Charlotte Brontë"

Charlotte Brontë's "Jane Eyre: An Autobiography" is an enduring literary masterpiece that transcends the boundaries of time and genre. As I immersed myself in the hauntingly beautiful narrative, I was captivated by Brontë's ability to craft a compelling story that delves into the complexities of love, identity, and societal expectations.

The title itself, "Jane Eyre: An Autobiography," sets the stage for a deeply personal and introspective journey. The novel unfolds as a first-person narrative, allowing readers a direct glimpse into the innermost thoughts and emotions of the protagonist, Jane Eyre. Brontë's decision to frame the story as an autobiography adds an intimate layer to the narrative, creating a profound connection between the reader and the resilient, independent, and fiercely intelligent Jane.

The novel begins with Jane's tumultuous childhood, marked by abuse and neglect at the hands of her aunt and cousins. Brontë paints a vivid picture of Jane's resilience and thirst for knowledge, setting the stage for a character who defies societal expectations and challenges the limitations placed upon her by her gender and social class. Jane's journey from the oppressive Lowood School to her position as a governess at Thornfield Hall is a testament to her indomitable spirit.

One of the most compelling aspects of "Jane Eyre" is the complex and evolving relationship between Jane and Mr. Rochester. Their connection is not a conventional fairy tale romance; rather, it is a nuanced exploration of love that transcends physical appearances and societal norms. Mr. Rochester, a brooding and enigmatic figure, becomes a symbol of Jane's struggle for autonomy and equality in a society that seeks to confine her to predetermined roles.

Brontë's prose is both eloquent and evocative, creating a rich tapestry of emotions and imagery. The novel's atmospheric descriptions contribute to the Gothic undertones, particularly as Jane navigates the mysterious corridors of Thornfield Hall and confronts the secrets concealed within its walls. The vivid landscapes and settings mirror the emotional landscapes of the characters, adding depth and resonance to the narrative.

Beyond the central love story, "Jane Eyre" grapples with profound themes of morality, religion, and the search for identity. Jane's moral compass is unwavering, and her internal conflicts with societal expectations and her own sense of right and wrong provide thought-provoking reflections on the human condition. The novel also addresses issues of class disparity, gender roles, and the constraints imposed on women in the 19th century.

In conclusion, "Jane Eyre: An Autobiography" is a literary tour de force that continues to captivate readers with its timeless themes and complex characters. Brontë's exploration of love, independence, and societal critique is as relevant today as it was in the Victorian era. As I closed the final pages, I marveled at the enduring power of Jane Eyre's story and the indelible mark it has left on the landscape of classic literature.

Charlotte Brontë's "Jane Eyre: An Autobiography" is available in Amazon in paperback 17.99$ and hardcover 25.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 476

Language: English

Rating: 8/10                                           

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

[iocheaira]

btw reading jane eyre “for real” for the first time and well. sorry to emily new favorite brontë

[lonesomedotmp3]

god I LOVE child jane eyre so much... slay little girl!!!!

[deschainartnerd]

Theseus Cassio 'Cas' Lowood

[hauntingsoundtracks]

Jane Eyre (1996), directed by Franco Zeffirelli

Inverno a Lowood, original soundtrack by Claudio Capponi and Alessio Vlad

[darkstarsrise]

✧˖*°࿐ Cas definitely didn't remember the circumstances of their apparent decision to leave together and end up in bed, but he was pretty confident in his abilities and he remembered enough in little bits to know that he'd had a good time and she'd seemed to. Details were fuzzy, but she'd laughed in this very bed and it wasn't at him, so he counted that as a win. She wasn't laughing currently, however, and her mood actually seemed to be getting worse, which was definitely worth some concern and also not something he was used to. Not that he was used to any of this, but he tended to leave partners on amicable terms. What had he done?

ㅤThe name drop of a few moments before, not even really lucid from sleep and hungover, was forgotten to the pounding of his head and her sour expression as she took the pills with more aggression than even a hangover needed, popped a few and drank from the glass and pushed it all back into his hands. He clearly hadn't caught onto the issue yet and leaned back against the dresser as he popped a few of the tylenol himself, drinking from the same glass without a thought otherwise. Was it just that they didn't know each other before last night? Fuck, he really wished he remembered her name, because asking right now seemed like such a dick move when he remembered things like her journalism degree and that she was from some small town he hadn't heard of. Hawksville or something?

ㅤ"You okay? Don't think I've ever seen anyone take tylenol aggressively before," he observed, considering. She didn't think anything bad had happened, did she? He definitely hadn't done anything to take advantage, and honestly wasn't sure he could see himself even being the one to broach the topic of sex. Had they just fallen into each other, not thinking?

ㅤShe snapped at him about turning around and he blinked, startled from his wondering to realize that yeah, okay, oops. "Right, sorry." He nodded, turning for the little kitchenette so that his back could be to her while he finished off the water and went for the fridge for what? Orange juice? Sure. He might have something else for breakfast food in there, eggs or something. If not, there was a diner a few doors down. It was as she continued her thought process that he spun back around before he could think twice about it, expression gone painfully serious and also betraying some of the pain and regret he was reminded of so often in his dreams - to a practiced eye only. "What did you just say? Anna? What do you know about Anna?"

ㅤHow would she know about Anna? He didn't talk about her, he knew that much, so it wasn't something from the night before. He'd forgotten that he was supposed to be looking away in his shock and forced himself to turn to look somewhere else, but he was still facing her well enough to talk. She'd said 'so you can call Anna', and that made absolutely no sense - a fact that struck him just as suddenly while his extremely unhappy brain tried to work through the abuse he'd put upon it. "Anna isn't...she's..."

ㅤThere's no good way to break that news, not that it was really new when the crime that had taken her life was back in the 50's, but he didn't have to mention that part and make himself out to be any crazier than the rest would make him sound. "Anna's dead. She's gone," he finished, tone flatter than he'd have liked, but the other thing he couldn't explain was that those were two separate things - she'd been dead already when he met her, but now she was gone, and that was so much worse.

ㅤㅤthin fingers continued to squeeze around the fabric of the comforter , the only shred of cloth between her and the cool air , as she looked over at @darkstarsrise. part of her mind wanted to ponder over his looks , the small flashes of memory from the night before , and what would have encouraged her to go home with him but the other part simply couldn't. there was too much going on for her to sit and admire the guy. she needed to know what time it was , and if she'd missed her early morning train home , but more importantly ― she needed to know where her clothes were. 

ㅤㅤ' Anna '. she didn't know who Anna was , but the sound of her name made Nancy want to throw up. clearly she'd slept with someone who had a girlfriend or a wife or a prior engagement , something. nevermind the fact that she couldn't remember his name , but he clearly though she was someone else. or at least wanted someone else. a slight lift in his eyebrows once he turned to look at her told Nancy that he was surprised to see her , which somehow reinforced the thought in her mind that he'd expected someone else to be in bed next to him , not her. 

ㅤㅤNancy didn't bother arguing when he set off to find the tylenol , the sharp pain in her temples intensifying as she thought about it again. her head was killing her , but her pride and modesty were coming in for a very close second and third. she had never had something like this happen before , managing before to keep her list to just Steve and Jonathan , but now there was a third name on the list. A THIRD NAME BUT ONE SHE DIDN'T KNOW. 

ㅤㅤher thoughts vanished from her mind as he moved out from beneath the blanket that they'd shared. she quickly averted her gaze to the designs on the blanket , following along with the shapes rather than watch as his body moved. this was made even harder when he laughed , albeit a small laugh , and a memory of the night before flashed. 

ㅤㅤNancy had been introduced to several new people , though their names were lost to her now , and he was among them. she couldn't remember what they had been talking about but the way he laughed at corny jokes , the way the delight seemed to show all over his face , to change it almost entirely. part of her realized with that memory why it might've been easy to get her to go home with him but , NO. she didn't want to think about that. 

ㅤㅤthe brunette pressed her lips together as she finally did look up at him , one hand reaching out for the pills and glass of water. she was so confused by her own feelings , unsure of how to proceed with the day. she knew that she needed to find her clothes , she knew that she'd need to call home and reschedule her visit. the only problem was she needed to find out this guy's name now , before anything else , and tell his girlfriend Anna what she'd done to her. 

ㅤㅤthat thought made her angry again , and she shoved the pills into her mouth while her mind formed the words she planned to yell. she swallowed a quick gulp of half the offered water before reaching to hand it back to him. she hadn't even thought about setting it on the dresser behind her. " you're going to need to , like , turn around or something.. " she spat , her head tilting forward slightly as she looked around on the floor for something that belonged to her. her brows furrowed as she tried to make sense of the clothes on the floor until finally finding something of her own. reaching down to the floor , she swiped clothes up from the floor and started to quickly sort them out. " but don't worry , I'll be out of your hair soon so you can call Anna."

[darkstarsrise]

This is a starter call for Cas Lowood, originally based in Anna Dressed in Blood with multiple verses in the works and potentially available.

    Interacting with this post will get you a starter - likely short, as my personal time permits, but who knows if the muse strikes? Multis, please specify what muse you’d like it to be for, or narrow down muse preferences and I’ll see what I can do. Feel free to also specify verse preferences, if you have them, or hit me up to plot something!         Please note that this is a mutuals only starter call.

[agrippinaes]

from whence do you hail? what's your tale of woe? pardon? all governesses have a tale of woe. what's yours? i was brought up by my aunt, mrs. reed of gateshead, in a house even finer than this. i then attended lowood school, where i received an education as good as i could hope for. i have no tale of woe, sir. where are your parents? dead. do you remember them? no. and why are you not with mrs. reed of gateshead now? she cast me off, sir. why? because i was burdensome, and she disliked me. no tale of woe?