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I love reading classic books because I get part way through one and I suddenly realise that despite its prevalence in pop culture, I don't actually know what it's about, or how it ends.

and that is great. because then I get to read the rest of it and then, finally, I sit there and I go "oh, fuck, THAT'S why it's a classic!"

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oh i know the 19th century literature girlies were gagged at this

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there is nothing that can really prepare you to read jane eyre for the first time because what do you mean there’s a multi-chapters plot line where the ~brooding byronic hero~ love interest disguises himself as an old woman fortune teller in a ploy to get the main character to admit she likes him. except a man wants to get his fortune told by this “old woman” so the love interest makes a rule that “she” will only tell the fortunes of young unmarried women. but then every young unmarried woman except the main character goes to have their fortunes told, so the “fortune teller” has to send someone to get the main character so she’ll have her fortune told as well. and then the “fortune teller” tries to get the main character to talk about boys, but the main character is dismissive and says shes never spoken to the men at the party. so the “fortune teller” brings up the love interest and the main character straight up says he doesn’t even count. and the “fortune teller” keeps trying to get the main character to talk about the love interest, and she just deflects every time. then the “fortune teller” tells the main character that happiness is close enough for her to have, if she should only choose it for herself. and then the love interest takes off his disguise and declares his true identity once again. and the main character walks away from this wondering whatever it could mean.