Unapologetically I proclaim the vain nature of Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights. Classic and heavily admired as they are, filled with doom amid romance, they are totally overshadowed by the practicality, blunt nature and straightforward merit of Anne Bronte's magnum opus "The Tenant of Wildfell Hall". The moment I watched it, I watched it again,… Continue reading The innocence at Wildfell
