#brontemania

[bitchreads]

I really don't get why the Brontës get put in competition with Jane Austen so much. They weren't contemporaries. They didn't even write the same genre. This is the definition of pitting women against each other.

[antigonick]

I’m at that point where Charlotte’s pettiness and impulsivity, which I hated and felt ashamed about (identification is hard) and made me dislike her, is now one of my purest and most savage source of joy.

[bitchreads]

“There are Brontë people, and there are Jane Austen people”

Yes, and they’re making out. What’s your point?

[bitchreads]

I do think people would have a much more satisfying experience of reading Wuthering Heights if they approached as a ghost story or a revenge story, rather than as a romance.

[bitchreads]

Curled against the older girl, whose books and papers were strewn about the floor in glorious fashion, herself sprawling, untidy, never knowing the time of day or when to wash, he was lulled into peace and security by the sound of her voice, and knew, for the first time and so forever, the bliss of listening to someone reading aloud.

The Infernal World of Branwell Brontë, Daphne du Maurier

[bitchreads]

Facebook reminded me of a selfie I took nine years ago with the Brontë family grave. Objectively a weird thing to do, but if you can’t be a morbid weirdo with the Brontës, when can you?

[bitchreads]

I love this headline from a 2016 Keighley News article. As a child who visited the Brontë Parsonage Museum for the first time at age 9, and was profoundly impacted by the aforementioned piece of furniture... I can confirm that this is true.

[alienoriana]

“Usurpers of the Regency”, by Kate Beaton (@beatonna). #humor

I love them both.