I’ve been a major fan of Charlotte Brontë’s novel Jane Eyre for years. I like it all—the atmosphere, the bizarre secrets, and the characters—from the sadistic Mrs. Reed to the brooding Mr. Rochester. Most of all, I like the main character, Jane.
Jane Eyre is my literary superhero for several reasons. She’s dealt a fairly miserable hand at the beginning of this novel. As a child, she’s a penniless, abused orphan living with relatives who don’t want or even like her. Circumstances that would make many wallow in self misery drive Jane in a different direction—she fights.