Mindless pleasure reading for those few moments between work and more work (e.g. from paid job to housewifely duties). I generally really dislike “fan fiction” in the vein of Jane Austen, but this one caught my attention (I always judge a book by its cover), and while the writing is still sub-par, the storyline is still fairly enjoyable. And, like I said, it’s mindless pleasure reading.
I am an undying fan of turn-of-the-century novels by female authors with a predilection for governess stories and unlikely romances in tragedy-turned-idyllic settings. I suppose everyone has a weakness. Well, this is one of the few Bronte books that I have never read and so far… extremely enjoyable. My only disappointing is my own lack of ability to translate the French conversation intermittent throughout the storyline.