(Methinks a modern Jane Eyre wouldn’t waste time dressing up in olde timey costume and mooning around the moors.)
I just finished Jane, April Lindner’s modern-day retelling of Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre. It was a fun, compulsive read, but not all of it works. Some of that’s Lindner’s fault, but a lot of the blame goes to Bronte.
First of all, Lindner.