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Favourite Poems

I have had a tricky relationship with poetry in the past, most especially when I’ve studied it. Whenever I had to examine poems I mostly experienced the same reaction that sure, some poems were nice to read and contemplate for a little while, but that’s where my thoughts stopped.
My Experience Studying Poetry 

Analysing poetry became more complicated for me to analyse than novels during my A-levels, and I simply decided during this time, that poetry was not for me, nor did I want to study an English course at university that drew heavily on poetry. Doing a combined A-level of English Language and Literature meant that so many technical terms had to be applied and then interpreted which I was not successful at. I did get better at it eventually, but looking back I think it just took all of the appreciation out of the poems for me, being so focused on trying to pick them apart that I couldn’t enjoy them how they were. My lack of confidence in my lessons didn’t help either, and so when I picked modules for my university course, I tried to avoid poetry where I could.

Which now is pretty fun, since my first year had so much poetry, and in my first week I ended up switching a module to one solely focused on poetry, which became my favourite module of the term. Studying poetry at university brought back the enjoyment I’d been lacking in my A-Levels, and doing just English Literature for my degree meant the technical side of analysis was pushed aside (though not gone completely).  The encouragement of independent thought and the numerous interpretations that people could present meant that I could appreciate or not appreciate the poems by themselves, and make my own arguments without being completely bound to technicalities. Even if my lectures or assignments themselves didn’t engage me, I could still be able to foster my own understandings and interest of poems and separate them from any negative aspects of my degree. As my interest in history was still growing at the point, I was (and still am) attracted to the historical context in each poem, and the differences in each period of poets, and the impact of society.

There are still poems I dislike, and analysis that is difficult or dull, but I’m glad that my opinions have developed and helped me further in my degree. I’ve picked five of my favourite poems, a lot of them are from the nineteenth century and the Romantic period which I studied a lot of this year.

Favourite Poems

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I’ve studied a lot of Percy Bysshe Shelley, but this poem was the first, back during my A-Levels. This was one of the few poems from the anthology we studied that I really liked, and I’ve studied it twice more whilst at university.

A short but incredibly powerful poem Shelley published in 1818, Ozymandias was written in a competition between Shelley and fellow poet Horace Smith. The narrator in the poem is retelling a story told to him by a traveller about a statue of pharaoh Ramses II, which now lies ruined and decaying in the desert, forgotten. Shelley conveys that even the mightiest of leaders will be undone by time, and eventually dismissed. Power is only temporary, and tyranny will not be remembered, time making ordinary humans and leaders trivial.

I met a traveller from an antique land, 
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone 
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, 
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, 
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, 
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read 
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, 
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; 
And on the pedestal, these words appear: 
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; 
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! 
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay 
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare 
The lone and level sands stretch far away.


Mont Blanc by Percy Shelley

One of Shelley’s most praised poems, Mont Blanc is a poem I studied extensively this year. I did one of my assignments on the image of the Sublime Shelley presents, and though I didn’t do as well as I hoped, it is one of the poems I can appreciate without it being diminished by the stress I went through writing about it. It’s a long poem, so I’ll only put the beginning up. Written by Shelley on his trip to Mont Blanc in 1816, the feeling of the Sublime (an experience of the infinite, reaching the limit of thought and language) was so experienced by Shelley, that he called his feelings “not unallied to madness’, (Shelley also had to be that little bit extra by signing his name in the guestbook as ‘Democrat, Philanthropist and Atheist’ in Greek).

The Poem emphasises the extraordinary power of nature, Shelley being transfixed and terrified by the overwhelming beauty and power of the mountains. Shelley doesn’t credit this creation to God or any higher power, nature reigning supreme over itself, making humans and the imagination seem pointless and insignificant. However Shelley realises that the human imagination is vital, as it can give the mountains meaning and uncover any lessons this power has to teach. Without mankind, nature has no purpose, it being our job to assign meaning to its beauty.

The everlasting universe of things 
Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, 
Now dark—now glittering—now reflecting gloom— 
Now lending splendour, where from secret springs 
The source of human thought its tribute brings 
Of waters—with a sound but half its own, 
Such as a feeble brook will oft assume, 
In the wild woods, among the mountains lone, 
Where waterfalls around it leap for ever, 
Where woods and winds contend, and a vast river 
Over its rocks ceaselessly bursts and raves. 
Thus thou, Ravine of Arve—dark, deep Ravine— 
Thou many-colour’d, many-voiced vale, 
Over whose pines, and crags, and caverns sail 
Fast cloud-shadows and sunbeams: awful scene, 
Where Power in likeness of the Arve comes down 
From the ice-gulfs that gird his secret throne, 
Bursting through these dark mountains like the flame 
Of lightning through the tempest;—thou dost lie, 
Thy giant brood of pines around thee clinging, 
Children of elder time, in whose devotion 
The chainless winds still come and ever came 
To drink their odours, and their mighty swinging 
To hear—an old and solemn harmony; 
Thine earthly rainbows stretch’d across the sweep 
Of the aethereal waterfall, whose veil 
Robes some unsculptur’d image; the strange sleep 
Which when the voices of the desert fail 
Wraps all in its own deep eternity; 
Thy caverns echoing to the Arve’s commotion, 
A loud, lone sound no other sound can tame; 
Thou art pervaded with that ceaseless motion, 
Thou art the path of that unresting sound— 
Dizzy Ravine! and when I gaze on thee 
I seem as in a trance sublime and strange 
To muse on my own separate fantasy, 
My own, my human mind, which passively 
Now renders and receives fast influencings, 
Holding an unremitting interchange 
With the clear universe of things around; 
One legion of wild thoughts, whose wandering wings 
Now float above thy darkness, and now rest 
Where that or thou art no unbidden guest, 
In the still cave of the witch Poesy, 
Seeking among the shadows that pass by 
Ghosts of all things that are, some shade of thee, 
Some phantom, some faint image; till the breast 
From which they fled recalls them, thou art there! 
For the rest of the poem see https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45130/mont-blanc-lines-written-in-the-vale-of-chamouni




Last Lines by Anne Bronte

It seems I’m impossible of writing a post without mentioning the Bronte family somehow, but I couldn’t leave this one out. Anne’s last poem, she began writing Last Lines after finding out she had consumption in January 1848, and that she was going to die. Her sister Emily had passed away from consumption only a few weeks before, and her poem shows a crisis of faith, and a wish to remain longer in the world. Anne’s accepted God’s plan for her, though she may not understand it. However after the first eight verses, the poem’s meaning shifts. Anne added on nine more verses after her treatment started, this addition being one of determination and hope, hope that Anne will live and that she will make the most of the time she has left, though still accepting of whatever God’s plan may be. Anne wanted to do more good in the world, and this poem reflects the bravery this young woman had, and I’ll always be so sad she did not get to live longer.

A dreadful darkness closes in
                     On my bewildered mind;
O let me suffer and not sin,
                     Be tortured yet resigned.
Through all this world of whelming mist
                    Still let me look to Thee,
And give me courage to resist
                    The Tempter till he flee.
Weary I am — O give me strength
                    And leave me not to faint;
Say Thou wilt comfort me at legnth
                    And pity my complaint.
I’ve begged to serve Thee heart and soul,
                    To sacrifice to Thee
No niggard portion, but the whole
                    Of my identity.
I hoped amid the brave and strong
                    My portioned task might lie,
To toil amid the labouring throng
                    With purpose pure and high.
But Thou hast fixed another part,
                    And Thou hast fixed it well;
I said so with my bleeding heart
                    When first the anguish fell.
For Thou hast taken my delight,
                   And hope of life away,
And bid me watch the painful night
                    And wait the weary day.
The hope and delight were Thine;
                    I bless Thee for their loan;
I gave Thee while I deemed them mine
                    Too little thanks, I own.
Shall I with joy Thy blessings share
                    And not endure their loss?
Or hope the martyr’s crown to wear
                    And cast away the cross?
These weary hours will not be lost,
                    These days of passive misery,
These nights of darkness anguish tost
                    If I can fix my heart on Thee.
Weak and weary though I lie,
                    Crushed with sorrow, worn with pain,
Still I may lift to Heaven mine eye,
                    And strive and labour not in vain,
That inward strife against the sins
                    That ever wait on suffering;
To watch and strike where first begins
                    Each ill that would corruption bring,
That secret labour to sustain
                    With humble patience every blow,
To gather fortitude from pain,
                    And hope and holiness from woe.
Thus let me serve Thee from my heart,
                    Whatever be my written fate,
Whether thus early to depart
                    Or yet a while to wait.
If Thou shouldst bring me back to life
                    More humbled I should be;
More wise, more strengthened for the strife,
                    More apt to lean on Thee.
Should Death be standing at the gate
                    Thus should I keep my vow;
But, Lord, whate’er my future fate
                    So let me serve Thee now.


The Prisoner by Emily Bronte

I shall try not to repeat myself by talking too much about Emily Bronte, since I wrote my last post about Wuthering Heights and her poetry, including The Prisoner. Emily and Anne had an imaginary world called Gondal, and Emily’s writing was mainly for this universe, and the rest of her work is clearly inspired by it. She was absorbed in this world, preferring it to reality, and her genius is portrayed in these works, her poetry full of passion, power and a love of nature. The Prisoner was a Gondal poem, and a long fragment of the poem was selected for publication, in the Bronte sister’s first attempt at publishing with their poetry collection Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell published in 1846. This poem I love especially, as I always get transfixed by the language, and the emotions are so vividly expressed I find it difficult not to be mesmerised.

(Stanzas 10-16)

He comes with western winds, with evening’s wandering airs,
With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars.
Winds take a pensive tone, and stars a tender fire,
And visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire.

“Desire for nothing known in my maturer years,
When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears.
When, if my spirit’s sky was full of flashes warm,
I knew not whence they came, from sun or thunder-storm.

“But, first, a hush of peace–a soundless calm descends;
The struggle of distress, and fierce impatience ends;
Mute music soothes my breast–unuttered harmony,
That I could never dream, till Earth was lost to me.

“Then dawns the Invisible; the Unseen its truth reveals;
My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels:
Its wings are almost free–its home, its harbour found,
Measuring the gulph, it stoops and dares the final bound,

“Oh I dreadful is the check–intense the agony–
When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see;
When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again;
The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.

“Yet I would lose no sting, would wish no torture less;
The more that anguish racks, the earlier it will bless;
And robed in fires of hell, or bright with heavenly shine,
If it but herald death, the vision is divine!”

She ceased to speak, and we, unanswering, turned to go–
We had no further power to work the captive woe:
Her cheek, her gleaming eye, declared that man had given
A sentence, unapproved, and overruled by Heaven.


To Autumn by John Keats

This was one of the poems I really didn’t like when I studied it during my A-Levels. The language was confusing, and it felt too dated to me at the time to understand. My class didn’t like it either, and so I was disappointed when I had to look at it again in my Poetry module in my first semester of university. However this time around I really liked it. It helped that it was autumn at the time, and Keats’s wonderful imagery made the season feel more beautiful, and after the seminar me and my friend went and took pictures of the trees on campus, and found other people from our seminar doing the same thing. One thing I appreciate so much about poetry is how it has heightened my love for nature, (cheesy as it sounds), but poems like To Autumn help me notice small wonders of my everyday settings that I might not have noticed before.  Written in 1819 after Keats took a walk in Winchester, it was one of several Odes he composed in the year. I wanted to include this poem in my post as it encapsulates how my relationship with poetry has changed whilst studying my degree.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,–
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.



The picture I took after my seminar


There were more poems I wanted to discuss so I will hopefully do a follow up post in the future, featuring some modern poetry.



The Genius of Emily Brontë

It makes me sad to realise I haven’t written anything about Emily Brontë yet, so far she has only been a passing mention in my posts about the Brontë family, so I wanted to express my love and appreciation for her writing in this post.
Emily is seen to be tough, quiet, stubborn, a genius who was ripped from the world before she had reached the heights of her literary powers. We know little about her or her thoughts on the events in her life, knowing she was continually immersed in her imaginary world of Gondal that inspired her writing, Wuthering Heights being her only novel despite speculation that she had started a second work before she died that was destroyed.  Even though we only have her masterpiece Wuthering Heights and her poems left, she has left an incredibly significant mark on English literature. Continue reading

Visit to Haworth and the Bronte Parsonage

Since my interest in the Bronte’s has begun, I’ve desperately wanted to go back to Haworth. I went for the day years ago, before I had read any of their novels, and didn’t go to the Bronte Parsonage. This time around I was going to Sheffield to visit my sister with my parents, but the day before we left, travelled up to Haworth just for the day. It was not enough time  to be able to explore Haworth and the beautiful moors surrounding it, but it was such a worthwhile trip and has definitely left me determined to visit again.

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Monthly Reading Roundup: May

Monthly Reading Roundup: May

Didn’t get to read quite as much this month, but with my exams and other assignments it’s been a stressful time. Thankfully I’ve finished my second year of university, so this summer I’m looking forward to actually having the time to read for fun, as well as starting reading for my dissertation on Anne Bronte. Continue reading

The Bold and Brilliant Anne Bronte

“I am satisfied that if a book is a good one, it is so whatever the sex of the author may be. All novels are or should be written for both men and women to read, and I am at a loss to conceive how a man should permit himself to write anything that would be really disgraceful to a woman, or why a woman should be censured for writing anything that would be proper and becoming for a man”- Anne Bronte, Second preface to ‘The Tenant of Wildfell Hall


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It was only until I studied ‘Wuthering Heights’ at A-Level that I realised there even was a third Bronte sister. Even so, she received a passing mention, and it wasn’t until the summer before I started university that I investigated her novels. I watched the Tenant of Wildfell Hall and was incredibly surprised that this incredible story had never gained my attention beforehand. Continue reading

Best TV Episodes of 2016: Part One

  • The Crown, Season 1 Episode 7 ‘Scientia Potentia Est’


Elizabeth’s sudden accession to the throne is detailed in the first series, her lack of preparation and confidence in her role as Queen being wonderfully played by Claire Foy, who perfectly illustrates how restrictive and damaging the crown is on her personal life and her own character. ‘Scientia Potentia Est’ is Elizabeth’s shining moment in the whole series though, where she takes a stand against those in government for damaging the relationship between the crown and the government. Elizabeth’s education is the focus of this episode, and it’s brilliant. When up against men like Winston Churchill, and other highly intelligent politicians , Elizabeth feels she is intellectually inferior, her lack of confidence meaning she has to change the conversation to ‘dogs and horses’. Elizabeth’s lack of detailed education in subjects like Maths, or History is not something I ever considered would have been an issue for a member of the royal family. What I love about this episode isn’t Elizabeth’s frustration, but rather what she does with it. Elizabeth hires a tutor in a wish to educate herself and further her knowledge,  and while she’s trying to improve herself, government lets her down.

Churchill suffers a stroke, and deputy prime minister  Eden is stuck in America having an operation, leaving the country without a  leader. Despite this emergency, no one thinks it right to tell Elizabeth and instead let her believe her into thinking Churchill only has a bad cold. It is patronizing to her and her position, done only so she won’t ask Churchill to stand down as Prime Minister. When she finds out about this concealment, though it’s clear where her strengths and intelligence lie. The show makes it very clear that Elizabeth is not uneducated, as if Elizabeth knows anything, it’s the constitution that was drilled in her when she was a child. This is a subject she has the upper hand on, one where she can make them feel inferior for not even following the basics, the trust between parliament in the Crown. It’s glorious to watch, and probably my favorite scene of the show, these two politicians being summoned to Buckingham Palace and nervously waiting for their audience. To Salisbury she is cold and magnificent, “It is not my job to govern, but it is my job to ensure proper governance” he doesn’t even get a word in before she rings the bell for him to leave. Elizabeth shows Winston far more respect, and rather than being angry she is just disappointed. Even bringing out her school work book to underline the trust the has been broken between the Crown and Government. It’s the best moment for her character, and her confidence and collected manner are beautifully summed up in the final part of her lecture to Churchill, “I would ask you to consider your response in light of the respect that my rank and my office deserve not that which my age and gender might suggest.”

(A small detail I enjoyed- when the professor tells her of a horse he backed in a race, she is quick to share her knowledge of the race and admiration for the trainer, only to learn he backed the horse only because he”just liked the name”. What Elizabeth does know she knows very well).

  • Crazy Ex Girlfriend Season 2 Episode 4 “When Will Josh and His Friend Leave Me Alone?”

First things first, if you’re not watching this show, DO IT NOW. It was more difficult than I expected to pick my favorite episode of this show this year, with an incredible first season  being continued in its equally stellar second season. “When Will Josh and His Friend Leave Me Alone?” is not necessarily the best episode of Crazy Ex Girlfriend, but it is the bravest and boldest one. The departure of Greg is a sad one, and as one of my favorite characters I was worried about how good the show would remain without him after all the great work they put into his alcoholism storyline this season. But the show is breaking away from their love triangle, and sending Greg off to law school is the right choice for the character, as much as the audience has hated seeing him leave. The show is far, far more than who Rebecca should end up with, and with this exit they’re simultaneously  sending Greg into a better place in his life, and drawing the focus back to the show’s protagonist. Many shows exhaust their love triangles, so it’s refreshing to see that neither Josh or Greg is right for Rebecca. This episode also features some of the best songs this season, with ‘It was a Shitshow’ summing up Greg and Rebecca’s relationship perfectly, while making the most of Santino Fontana before his exit. ‘We Tapped That Ass’ is just hilarious, filled with great tap dancing and puns, with imaginary Josh and Greg  haunting Rebecca just as she decides to try and move on from them.


It’s Paula’s storyline in this episode that is arguably the best part though. After getting into law school and then finding out she’s pregnant, Paula decides she has to give up her dream of law school, her life being too hectic to juggle three kids as well as law school. Though Rebecca’s fixation on her makeover leads to Paula taking over one of her cases, despite not being a lawyer.  Paula succeeding in the case and receiving high praise even though she’s caught out at not being an attorney,  gives Paula the final encouragement to make her choice. It’s only later, when we see her in bed and her son answers the door because “she just had an abortion” that we find out about her decision. It’s not heavily focused on, and it’s clear that it is the right decision for Paula, with her husband and family being incredibly supportive. It’s not something I’ve seen on TV before, a middle -aged woman already married with children making that choice, and it’s a credit to the writers for handling the storyline so well. There’s not a massive fuss, no guilt, it’s not heavily focused on. It’s just a woman making a choice that is best for her. Credit to the writers for handling the storyline in a such a simple, yet extremely effective manner. Seriously, this is one of the smartest and funniest shows on TV right now, and it is worth watching.

Small detail I liked-  The introduction of Heather’s parents highlighting how self obsessed Rebecca is, even though she’s apparently met them several times the audience is only is introduced to the when she has to stay with them after accidentally causing a fire in her own home. Also the fact she didn’t even remember Heather lived with her parents, forgetting Heather’s surname and therefore referring to her parents as ‘Mr and Mrs Heather’. I love this show.

  • Game of Thrones Season 6 Episode 10 ‘The Winds of Winter’

It was a difficult decision in the end to pick between this episode and ‘Battle of the Bastards’, despite my criticisms of how the story played out during this season’s big battle episode. I’ve already talked about both of these episodes in an earlier overview of Season 6, and though nothing on TV could match the heart-stopping battle sequences and the brutal presentation of  war in Episode 9, ‘The Winds of Winter’ still reigns triumphant. I don’t want to repeat myself too much by talking about this episode, Miguel Saponick’s beautiful direction  creating what is arguably one of the best episodes of the entire show.  From the breathtaking trial sequence with the masterful score, to Cersei’s coronation and the numerous deaths throughout this episode, it set the pieces for the final two seasons. Game of Thrones was far from perfect this year, but after the mess that was season 5, they managed to partly redeem themselves with an episode like this. (Lena Headey was robbed of the Emmy this year, Golden Globes, please finally give her the award she deserves this week)

  • To Walk Invisible

“Our work is clever, it’s truthful, it’s new, it’s fresh, it’s vivid and subtle and forthright!”

I’m incredibly biased in including this one here, especially as it’s a one- off drama rather than an episode of a TV show, but I couldn’t not include it in this list. I have a great deal of respect and love for the Bronte sisters, with Wuthering Heights and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall being some of my all time favourite books. It’s about time there was a realistic, detailed look at their own lives and Sally Wainwright exceeded my expectations by writing a realistic and remarkable two hour drama looking into three crucial years in the Bronte sisters lives as they try to publish their work while dealing with living with their alcoholic brother, Branwell.

Even if you haven’t read any of the Bronte sisters work, I’d still recommend watching this to see a story of three courageous and talented sisters tackling their problems and each writing different and groundbreaking novels. The equal focus that Anne was given with Charlotte and Emily is what pleased me most, as my favorite Bronte and as a criminally underrated writer who wrote the most shocking and incredible work that is just as good, if not better, than her sisters. Despite being the ‘quiet’ sister, Anne is portrayed as the mediator between the fiery Emily and passionate Charlotte, accurately portrayed in showing her desire to write about truth and the real world. Sally Wainwright put a lot of detail into the relationships between the siblings, Charlotte being in awe of Emily’s work, yet describing Anne’s as “not without charm” which pretty much sums up their relationship. Anne and Emily’s close relationship was such a treat to watch, making up some of the best moments.

 But it’s their brother Branwell that really drives the story, Adam Nagaitis doing a truly impressive performance with a character that would be easy to hate, yet makes the audience feel pity for him as he struggles with alcoholism and a failed affair with his employer’s wife. Everyone had high hopes for Branwell as a painter and a writer, and you have to feel pity for him as he slides further and further into despair.

The attention they gave Emily’s poetry was excellent, and not something I expected. Charlotte’s rummaging in Emily’s room to find her notebook mixed with Emily walking among the moors started off a beautiful sequence with an extract from Emily’s poem ‘The Prisoner’. The raw and superb poetry  mixed with beautiful piano music as the camera focused on the Moors was simply stunning.  Like Charlotte, the audience is transfixed by Emily’s poetry.  A scene later on with Emily and Anne sitting on the Moors, as Emily recites ‘No Coward Soul is Mine’ (Arguably her best poem) was also a favorite.

Jonathan Pryce is perfect as their father Patrick, there’s no one else I could imagine playing that role. Chloe Pirrie is the standout as the fiery and brilliant Emily, with lines such as “If he hits me, I’ll hit him back. Harder”. Finn Atkins is just how I imagined Charlotte, and I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect Anne, played by Charlie Murphy.

The parallels between Branwell and the sisters are made clear, while Branwell’s pain and misery leads him to addiction, Charlotte, Emily and Anne channel all their experiences into their writing, creating wonderful novels in the process. Even when Charlotte’s first novel gets rejected, she persists and doesn’t give up, leading to the publication of Jane Eyre which as we know and see in the show, is incredibly successful.

There’s a truly magnificent scene with Charlotte revealing that she has published Jane Eyre to her father, and that all the sisters have published work under pseudonyms. The shock and disbelief Patrick goes though is a joy to watch, as well as his pride in his daughter’s work.

 This post ended up being a lot longer than I expected, so the second half will hopefully be up in a week or so!

I want to talk a lot more about TV and books this year, and try to regularly update!

Until next time,