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Saito Hajime
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I had to read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte in highschool. It was such a plodding book that read more like a diary than a novel. There's no real sense of story until the eponymous Jane ends up as a governess for one Mr. Rochester. Maybe it's just because I can't appreciate an old fashioned Victorian romance, but I felt like there was absolutely no reason why the two characters should've fallen in love at all.
Not to mention
Not to mention
she only cares that he was keeping his insane wife locked in a room somewhere for a little while, and eventually comes around to love him dearly (with his wife having conveniently killed herself in spectacular fashion while she was away).