Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
Victorian drama meets cosmic karma in a feminist soap opera for the ages.

Victorian drama meets cosmic karma in a feminist soap opera for the ages.

The lesson here is to make an effort to flesh out your characters before you do anything else.

Come enjoy the kilts, clans, and romance in this Julie Garwood classic.

These characters act like Christmas is a time of the apocalypse or something. Perspective, please.

A toxic love story that puts modern melodramas to shame, Wuthering Heights still haunts us.

She… she… she’s really having sex with a triceratops.

This story feels like it’d been rushed out within a few days.

Here’s another heroine that has no plan B but insists loudly that she’s fine.

This is the best story from this author that I’ve read so far, but still…

Holy crap, is that Matt Walsh?
