#charlote bronte

[thekarencomas]

Libros para disfrutar la primavera

“El mundo es un lugar hermoso, sólo tienes que abrir los ojos para verlo” ♡ Hola amigos, la verdad es que he estado bastante desconectada del blog, y es algo que me cuesta mantener ya que poco a poco se han ido agregando más y más responsabilidades. Sin embargo, voy organizando prioridades y en definitiva escribir es algo que amo y que quiero hacer por que me hace feliz. Así que traigo un…

[scaredandbored]

this is a PSA i read evelyn hugo because lesbians then i really fucked with the writing so i read daisy jones and the six bc 70's and i think i fuck with tjr's writing, im about to buy a book i have zero interest in the hook purely bc im obsessed with how she writes

[joels-watch-is-broken]

If I see one more post talking about how shitty Rochester is for keeping Bertha locked in a room I'll fucking lose it.

I'm sorry, what would be your suggestion on handle a dangerous crazy woman on the 1800s??? Should he send her to a psychiatric hospital? Reaaaallyyy?

Just, stop a minute, if you want search a bit what they were like, and think. But I'd you need more, at every chance the book presents us with Bertha she was being dangerous to other and herself.

Was he shitty for hiding her? YES. I also get why he didn't tell people, if I was a man in the 1800 century in that situation I'd probably keep it as a secret too.

Now we can get to criticize Rochester for more valid reasons.

He lied to Jane. Not only is that dishonest but he totally ignored the danger it presented for her.

He was an asshole to his employees and to her charge.

Had a horrible personality. He wasn't a kind nice man. (That is kinda the point...)

There, we can criticize him so much for just those 3 points! He is so shitty most of the times and that is why I love this book so much. He is not Mr Darcy ok? He is humans, but he also has attractive and beautiful parts, that's why Jane falls in love with him.

And again if the problem is the age difference... Do I need to remind you when this book takes place and when it was written??? What I find funny with this is how often I hear the same people refer to Lizzie Bennet as a woman but Jane is a teenager.

Being 19 then wasn't the same as being 19 now! Like honestly there is no fucking comparison! People that age then, weren't considered kids, they were considered and treated like adults because they were.

Hate Mr Rochester if you like, he is really hateable but please please keep in mind the place and time, yes?

[a-studyinpink]

Jane Eyre

"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will."- Charlotte Brontë

I just finished Jane Eyre and it was absolutely delighting. The descriptions and the bittersweet elements of the story itself made me feel so comfortable and in despair at the same time since for a few chapters I thought things were going to end very tragically. It is an incredibly beautiful book with so many dark academia vibes and great portrayal of how people behave in those ancient times, with a strong main character that made me feel inspired (and weak), and I think I also got a new fictional crush. Cannot wait to read this again.

Extra points for this stunning edition.

Would you recommend the film based on this book? I've heard about it but I really loved the book, so I'm a bit undecided about whether I should watch it or not.

[therapygreen]

Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating me form the drear November day. At intervals, while turning over the leaves of my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon. Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long lamentable blast.

[classically-changing]

“I scorn your idea of love”

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë pg 456

[xshayarsha]

All the grim superstitions of the North had been implanted in her during her childhood by the servants, who believed in them. They recurred to her now,—with no shrinking from the spirits of the Dead, but with such an intense longing once more to stand face to face with the souls of her sisters, as no one but she could have felt. It seemed as if the very strength of her yearning should have compelled them to appear. On windy nights, cries, and sobs, and wailings seemed to go round the house, as of the dearly-beloved striving to force their way to her. Some one conversing with her once objected, in my presence, to that part of "Jane Eyre" in which she hears Rochester's voice crying out to her in a great crisis of her life, he being many, many miles distant at the time. I do not know what incident was in Miss Brontë's recollection when she replied, in a low voice, drawing in her breath, "But it is a true thing; it really happened."

Elizabeth Gaskell, from The Life of Charlotte Brontë.

[buscando-que-leer]

La frase

"Decir que los seres humanos se contentan con la tranquilidad es absurdo; en sus vidas necesitan acción, y si no la encuentran se lo inventan  "

Nombre: Jane Eyre

Editorial: Austral

Autor: Charlotte Brontë

Año: 1847

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[thewordslam]

I am not an angel,' I asserted; 'and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me - for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate.

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

[llegan-tarde-para-el-te]

(...)Desde su nacimiento llora...

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@princesssarisa

Still thinking on the text of Brit Marling where she presents criticism against Campbell's Heroes Journey's male centrism and similarity to a male orgasm, and asks for us to search other alternatives for story structure. And thinking how this questions may relate to Charlote Bronte's Jane Eyre: for you, is this novel an example of campbellian heroe's journey that just happens to have a female lead, or does the novel's narrative structure already was presenting a different model, more focused and inspired by feminine bodies?

[hlaviie]

‏"Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs."

‏Charlote Bronte, Jane Eyre

‏"إني أرى الحياة قصيرة للغاية على أن أمضيها في 'تربية' العداء وإحصاء الأخطاء".

‏شارلوت برونتي، جين إير

[cengitaetc]

Os livros e eu

Apaixonei-me pelas palavras já nem me lembro quando. Embora eu tenha alguma leve memória da primeira vez que faltei à escola para ler um livro. Tinha eu uns doze anos, acho, e o livro foi-me emprestado por uma colega. Essa é a memória, digamos, recente, mas não foi neste dia que o martelo do destino bateu e decretou como meu primeiro dia de uma relação longa com as linhas que viram parágrafos, que viram páginas, que viram capítulos e que por fim viram livros.

Construí um relacionamento abusivo, de dependência unilateral. Eles são tão ditadores que me obrigaram a fazer uma escolha: “Ou nós, ou a tua vida social”, e eu, no ápice do meu amor cego e tóxico, escolhi-os a eles. Já não saio, não vejo amigos, se saio não me demoro, eles são ciumentos e me querem a hora em casa para devorá-los. Infelizmente ou felizmente, ou talvez feliz-infeliz, infelizmente-feliz, ou feliz-infeliz, sei lá, essa prisão dá-me a sensação de liberdade, talvez falsa, mas é com eles que me sinto verdadeiramente livre. Triste sina, a minha. Ou talvez alegre, quem sabe. Parece um inferno de temperatura amena, praias azul-turquesa, água de coco e o meu cabelo crespo molhado, a saber a lágrimas.

Mas este relacionamento deu-me imensas vantagens, pois, apesar de serem todos ciumentos, eles são vários e de todas as tipologias e géneros possíveis. Então, eu não como o mesmo prato todos os dias. Senti-os nas mais diversas línguas,cheirei-os a todos e cada um tinha o seu cheiro, toquei-os e seus tamanhos eram diferentes uns dos outros. Com alguns chorei de dor, com outros exultei de alegria, com a maioria me arrepiei inteira, com todos eles acordei.

Não vou negar também, que alguns, me marcaram, tornaram-se inesquecíveis. Deixaram-se ficar no meu coração, arrebataram-me e me incomodaram, alguns de forma saudável e outros nem tanto. Hermann Hesse em Demian,Sidartha e o O Lobo da Estepe magoou-me a alma, desorganizou o meu mundo, fez-me chorar e obrigou-me a tomar decisões. Alice Walker em A Cor Púprpura disse-me “Vem e olha para ti. Olha-te ao todo. A tua cor é mesmo uma cicatriz horrivel e o teu género um fado?”.

 Angela Davis em Mulheres, Raça e Classe, pegou-me na mão e pôs-me ao espelho, meteu-me a ver de forma nua e crua, como foi meu passado, sem fantasias e que eu deveria, sim lutar, porque antes de mim alguém o fez, e só seria assim se eu  conhecesse o meu passado. Emily Bronte no Monte dos Vendavais fez-me pensar “será que somos feito de dor? E depois, quando terminarmos a vingança visceral que nos roubou os dias, que é que seremos?”. Charlote Bronte  em Jane Eyres ensinou-me a ver o amor, o amor é disforme e assimétrico, trespassa a qualquer noção pré-definida e qualquer requisito padronizado, não é como nas comédias românticas e nos romances clichés.

 Paulina Chiziane em A Balada de Amor ao Vento e Niketche, fez-me erguer a voz e gritar “Mulher!”. James Baldwin em Giovanni mostrou-me o outro amor, aquele que muitos negam que existe.Toni Morrison em Deus Ajude a criança, sem saber pôs-me na cabeça um certo tipo de homem e obrigou-me a ver que pessoas não são números estatísticos. José Saramago em Ensaio sobre a Cegueira meteu-me a pensar “Sociedade, onde?”. 

Outros como Victor Hugo, Tolstoi, Dostievski, Franz Kafka, Clarice Lispector, Sofia de Mello, Machado de Assis, Aluisio de Azevedo, Edgar Allan Poe, Fernando Pessoa, Eça de Queirós, Mário de Andrade, Oswald de Andrade, Oscar Wilde, Lewis Carrol, Charles Dickens, Jorge Luis Borges, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, José Agualusa, Ondjaki, Pepetela, Lilia Mamplé, Noémia de Sousa, Alda Lara, Ana Paula Tavares, Dya Kazembe, Chimamanda, Simone de Beauvaire, Fannon e outros que os li nestes meus 23 anos de visita à Terra,que me perdoem por não ter citado sua importância em minha vida, mas ainda assim, me defendo dizendo que basta olhar para mim e qualquer um irá notar que sou a soma, às vez divisão, outras subtracção de suas partes e todo.

Agora que escrevo descubro, afinal, que foram todos eles meus favoritos. Amo-os e a morte deles é apenas um detalhe diante da maneira que eternizaram: através das palavras.

[mythicreader]

Ten Autumn Reads

I was thinking way too hard about what my first post (of this redo) should be. I knew I did not want to do a generic introduction, but I also want to do something different so I went with this: TEN AUTUMN READS. If you know me at all, you know my favourite season is Autumn (Fall). I love the cosy aesthetic, the pumpkin spice lattes, the cuddling up with a good book. I’ll soon be drinking an…

[ladolcerfarniente]

Dato: 

Acabo de empezar este nuevo libro y tengo que decir que es...¡MAGNIFICO! Que la redacción es extraordinaria de principio a fin y que de verdad me encanta la forma en la que narra los hechos. Casi no puedo soltar esta Guanatablet y me mantengo ciega del puro gusto de leer tal hermosura. En cuanto termine no dudaré escribir mi... “Humilde opinión” sobre el texto. 

[asthethiccatalogue]

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.

-Charlote bronte