The rain blankets my sleepy town, and all the trees have their red-and-yellow autumn coats on. Droplets hit the window panes like a million little diamonds and my mind turns to one of the two feminist heroines that have haunted my life-long literary journey.
Her name is Jane, and she is a plain-looking orphan that steals the heart and restores the soul of a broken man named Rochester.
By now you know the beauty-and-the-beast tale of which I speak, none other than Charlotte Bronte’s greatest work, the gothic novel Jane Eyre.
I love this story, and the onset of winter makes me crave it more because of its gloomy English setting. It is one of three books that I try and read annually, just because it had such an impact on me. My mom bought me a beautiful vintage copy for my 20th birthday, its all in red, with a key dangling enticingly on the cover.
If you haven’t read it, you should. It’s in a league far above the dreary monotone of a Jane Austen novel.
Best paired with something rich and creamy, you might like a red (because of the weather) in which case I would suggest the Guardian Peak Merlot. For a white wine, I would go with the Excelsior Sauvignon Blanc.