I have finished Jane Eyre. What a delightful book focused around the Lord's plans for His children! I was fascinated with the comparisons of Jane's cousins from two families who were obviously set opposed to one another (John and St. John even!) in their qualities. I knew how the book was going to turn out and was going to be disappointed in the resolution, until the last chapter's delight in the Lord's mercy in His judgement.
Why isn't Christian literature written like this anymore?
On to Wuthering Heights.