If I ever doubted the fact that my relationship with English classics was not good - it is officially confirmed now.
When I finished writing my last blog post, I shut down my computer and my body shut me down. I woke up with a head full of pain and the worst cold. There was no room in my body left for anything besides gross snot -especially not for the ups and downs of Miss Eyre’s life.
I tried to find out if it was really impossible to read with a cold, or whether or not this is my phobia taking over, but Google proved useless on this point. All it told me was that cold reading is a special kind of methods used to ace (or mess up) auditions - good to know if I ever want to become an actor I guess.
Going further down my delusion path, I looked up whether a book can make me sick - maybe this whole project was cursed from the beginning. But alas, a “can a book make you sick?”-search only leaves you with suggestions on how to unclutter your bookshelves.
So I guess there really is no correlation between Jane Eyre and my sudden, very brutal, cold.
Thankfully, there is a correlation between the demise of my cold and the increase of the pages read in my Jane Eyre book. Today was the day that I really started this challenge and I’m about 100 pages in.
I don’t want to say too much about my thoughts on the book, because that’s definitely review material. However, I am pleasantly surprised and hopeful that I’ll finish before Nano camp begins - I’m not sure I can handle 50,000 words and an English classic.
Oh and as you can see on the side - I got an Instagram account! @Thebeautyofliterature is my username and it can also be found at the bottom of every page - just like my twitter feed!