First things first, I feel like I should say two things:
I don’t think that not reading Jane Eyre really had any impact on my feelings about this book. The authors really did a great job of retelling the story in a way that doesn’t rely on any prior knowledge of the book. But adoring My Lady Jane? I think that made my hopes a little too high.
You see, MLJ was a nearly 500-page book that I finished in (if I remember correctly) two nights. I flew through it, laughing and smiling and swooning over a man who randomly turns into a horse. MPJ took me about two weeks to finish despite being a little shorter.
I think the biggest thing for me was that, despite more or less enjoying the plot, I just didn’t feel any connection with the characters. Sure, Jane and Charlotte and Alexander were all great, but I always felt like they were at a distance. I never really felt immersed in their story, which meant that I never really felt like picking it back up and reading more.
I don’t have a ton of things to say about this book. It was a pretty solid four for me until the last quarter or so, when it seemed to drag a bit and I had to force myself to keep reading.
Have you read My Plain Jane? Have you read any good retellings recently? Let’s talk in the comments!