The thing I love about Jane Eyre is that she is not your typical heroine. In any sense of the word.
She’s plain, soft-spoken, and virtually friendless at the beginning of the novel.
She’s clever, but doesn’t tend to show it.
Before the start of the book she has had almost no experience with the outside world.
She has incredible strength of character but it’s not immediately obvious. It’s a kind of quiet courage that’s fairly easy to overlook.
I mean her favourite pastime is drawing for Pete’s sake.
She is a secondary character. She is not the kind of person you base a whole book around, because, in novels, exciting things don’t tend to happen to people like her.
But her story is one of the most beautiful ever told.
She was a heroine I could truly relate to, but also admire. Someone who didn’t have it all together and who wasn’t perfect, but who knew what was right and trusted her gut. She believed in herself and what she was capable of.
She proved you didn’t have to be a gorgeous, sassy, sword-wielding, goddess to warrant your story being told. That you could be “poor, obscure, plain and little” and still have one of the greatest love stories of all time.
And that is not something to be taken for granted.