Oh dear, oh dear...what to say about this silly publication? Read in a night it was so silly I laughed out loud in places. I so wanted to enjoy this book purely for the relationship between Jane and Mr Rochester which, in the original novel, simmers with eroticism for the reader with the capacity to read between the lines and imagine what their physical relationship would be like. Here it reads like an adolescents A'level essay (apologies to A Level students here as you would likely do a better job). Huge chunks of Bronte are inter spaced with 'sexy' imaginings and encounters which try to be erotic but are just not believable. There were so many things I took issue with but here are a few choice gems:
Jane knows about onanism before she gets to Thornfield and practises it whenever she can-so no innocent schoolgirl here.
Jane has dabbled in lesbianism before she gets to Thornfield. The reminiscence about this is, frankly, sordid and nauseating.
Edward is a skilled lover-believable-but Jane wanting to know about his previous lovers is not.
Edward had a previous lover from 'Brazil'-cue a bath scene and Edward declaring she should be a 'Brazilian' too-know where this is going people?
The funniest is Bertha Mason-wife of Mr Rochester-and guess what? she isn't mad she's a DOMINATRIX !!!!Well whip me silly for not expecting that one!
The book ends so abruptly you could be forgiven for thinking that Ms Sinclair had just taken her advances and run, the ending so far from satisfactory as to be appallingly bad-please don't tell me there will be a sequel?
I have,' gentle readers' left the 'worst' until last. A sexual encounter on horseback!!! I can say no more.
Dreadful attempt to jump on the erotic makeover bandwagon-avoid unless you want a laugh-I do think that a few drinks and reading it out loud with the girls might be a fun filled night.