Janeby April Lindner
Forced to drop out of an esteemed East Coast college after the sudden death of her parents, Jane Moore takes a nanny job at Thornfield Park, the estate of Nico Rathburn, a world-famous rock star on the brink of a huge comeback. Practical and independent, Jane reluctantly becomes entranced by her magnetic and brooding employer and finds herself in the midst of a
Forced to drop out of an esteemed East Coast college after the sudden death of her parents, Jane Moore takes a nanny job at Thornfield Park, the estate of Nico Rathburn, a world-famous rock star on the brink of a huge comeback. Practical and independent, Jane reluctantly becomes entranced by her magnetic and brooding employer and finds herself in the midst of a forbidden romance.
But there's a mystery at Thornfield, and Jane's much-envied relationship with Nico is soon tested by an agonizing secret from his past. Torn between her feelings for Nico and his fateful secret, Jane must decide: Does being true to herself mean giving up on true love?
An irresistible romance interwoven with a darkly engrossing mystery, this contemporary retelling of the beloved classic Jane Eyre promises to enchant a new generation of readers.
"A fascinating, fantastical story line of secrets and star-crossed love...Set against a vivid, well-drawn, contemporary world, this is a compelling adaptation of an ageless romance."
I couldn't put Jane down! Whether you love literature, romance, thrillers, or anything in between, you'll get swept up in Jane all the way to its scrumptious, satisfying end."
-Sara Shepard, New York Times bestselling author of the Pretty Little Liars series"
Well-written and faithful to the original, Lindner's story imbues Jane with the requisite innocence, stubbornness, and darkness of Brontë's protagonist...A fresh and addictive adaptation."
There's nothing plain about Jane. April Lindner executes the cool trick of being stubbornly loyal to the well-loved original while creating something totally new and captivating."
-Cecily von Ziegesar, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Gossip Girl series
"Jane is a captivating modern love story of a young woman who refuses to compromise her values, and fans of Bronte's Jane Eyre are sure to praise this rousing retelling with its rock 'n' roll twist."
Lindner's love story delivers an entrancing star-crossed relationship, and it is not necessary to be familiar with the original to enjoy it."
-School Library Journal
"A sparkling new novel of impossible love, tragic deceit, and a wicked fine guitar solo."
-Anne Osterlund, author of Aurelia
"A remarkable, rocking good love story."
-Justina Chen, author of North of Beautiful
Retelling a classic as contemporary fiction is a tricky business, as demonstrated in this uneven rendering of Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre as chick lit. Forced to leave college by the death of her parents, Jane finds employment at Thornfield Hall as nanny to the daughter of former rock megastar Nico Rathburn, who's now making a comeback. Both quickly fall in love with Jane, although she's a distinctly odd duck, primly thinking of and addressing her employer as "Mr. Rathburn" and disconnected from her peers. Jane's passivity and naïve acceptance of strange doings at Thornfield feel anachronistic. They're superficially faithful to the original, but readers will miss Brontë's Gothic intensity. Mr. Rochester, the archetypal Brontë hero—mysterious and dangerous, irresistible to Jane and generations of readers—doesn't survive translation into a YouTube-era celebrity. Jane Eyre's harsh world was perilous for single, penniless women; ours—even for an impecunious Sarah Lawrence dropout—can't compete. Flashes of originality, wit and vivid imagery bring the story to life intermittently, but the distracting improbabilities pull readers out of the story again and again. (author's note) (Fiction. 15 & up)
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By Lindner, April
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The chairs in the lobby of Discriminating Nannies, Inc., were less comfortable than they looked. I sat stiffly in the one nearest the exit, where, feeling like an impostor in my gray herringbone suit from Goodwill, I could watch the competition come and go. I’d had some trouble walking up the steps from the subway in my low pumps and narrow skirt. The new shoes chafed my heels, and I had to keep reminding myself to take small steps so as not to rip the skirt’s satin lining. I dressed carefully that morning, pulling my hair away from my face with a large silver barrette, determined to look the part of a nanny — or how I imagined a nanny should look — tidy, responsible, wise.
But I had gotten it wrong. The other applicants seemed to be college girls like me. One had situated herself in the middle of the taupe sofa and was calmly reading InStyle magazine; she wore faded jeans and a cardigan, her red hair tousled. Another, in a full skirt and flat shoes I coveted, listened to her iPod, swaying almost imperceptibly in time to the music. But maybe they weren’t feeling as desperate as I was, acid churning in my stomach, pulse fluttering in my throat.
In my lap rested a leather portfolio containing my woefully brief résumé, my nanny-training certificate, a copy of my transcript, and nothing else. The portfolio had been a Christmas gift from my parents just a few short months ago. It was one of the last gifts they had given me before the accident. But as I waited, I couldn’t let myself dwell on how my mother had handed me the box wrapped in gold paper and, her eyes not meeting mine, how she had apologized for not knowing what sort of present I would like. I felt a pang of remorse; her tone implied the failing was mine. I’d heard it before: I was too reserved, too opaque; my interests weren’t normal for a girl my age. Still, my mother had let me give her a thank-you kiss on the cheek. She appeared relieved when I told her the portfolio was just what I would need when I finished school and went out into the world looking for a job. Of course, neither of us realized then how soon that need would arise.
I looked up. A thin woman with an asymmetrical black bob stood in the doorway. I jumped to my feet. Too eager, I chided myself. Try not to look so desperate. The woman quickly sized me up. I could see it in her sharp eyes and closed-mouth smile: I was dressed like a parody of a nanny, too fussily, all wrong. She introduced herself as Julie Draper, shook my hand, turned briskly, and strode through the door and down a long hallway. I hurried after her.
The narrow office held too many chairs to choose from; was this a test? I took the one closest to her desk, careful to cross my legs at the ankles and not to slouch. I handed my certificate and my résumé — proofread ten times and letter perfect — across her enormous mahogany desk. Through purple-rimmed reading glasses, she scanned it in silence. Just when I thought I had better say something, anything, she looked up.
“You would be a more attractive candidate if you had a degree. Why are you dropping out?”
“Financial need.” Though I had expected this question and rehearsed my reply, my voice caught in my throat. On the subway ride downtown, I had considered telling the whole story — how my parents had died four months ago, black ice, my father’s Saab flipping over a guardrail. How they hadn’t had much in the way of life insurance, and the stocks they left me in their will had turned out to be almost worthless. How the house had been left to my brother, and how the minute he sold it he disappeared, leaving no forwarding address, no phone number. How the spring semester that was coming to a close would have to be my last. How I’d been too depressed to plan for my future until it dawned on me that the dorms were about to close and I’d be homeless in less than a week. How the only place I had left to go would be my sister’s condo in Manhattan, and how very displeased she would be to see me on her doorstep — almost as displeased as I would be to find myself there. But I couldn’t trust my voice not to quaver, so I stayed silent.
Julie Draper looked at me awhile, as if waiting for more. Then she glanced back down at her desk. “Your grades are strong,” she said.
I nodded. “If you need more information, faculty reports for each of my classes are stapled to the back of my résumé.” My voice sounded clipped and efficient and false.
She rifled through the pages. “I see most of your classes were in art and French literature.” I waited for her to point out how hugely impractical my choices had been, but she surprised me. “That kind of training could be very attractive in a nanny. Many of our clients want caregivers who can offer cultural enrichment to their charges. A knowledge of French could be very appealing.” A pause. “And you’ve taken a couple of courses in child development. That’s a plus.”
“I’ve been babysitting since I was twelve. And I took care of one-year-old twins last summer.” Too bad I’d had to spend all my savings on textbooks and art supplies for the spring semester. “My references will tell you how reliable I am and how much their children like me. I’m strict but kind.” I paused to inhale; apparently I’d been forgetting to breathe.
Something changed in her voice. “Tell me: how do you feel about music?”
“I took violin lessons in middle school,” I answered. “I don’t really remember how to play.”
She waved one hand as if I’d written my answer on a blackboard and she was wiping it away. “Popular music. How do you feel about it?”
The question struck me as odd. “Well,” I said, stalling a moment. “I don’t mind it, but I don’t listen to it much.” Would this be a strike against me? “I tend to like classical music. Baroque. Romantic. But not the modern atonal kind.”
“And celebrities?” She leaned in over the desk. “Do you read gossip magazines? People? Us, Star, the National Enquirer? Do you watch Entertainment Tonight?”
The hoped-for answer to this question began to dawn on me. Fortunately, it was the truth. “I don’t care much about celebrities.”
“How do you react when you see them on the street?”
“I don’t know,” I said. I might as well be honest. “I’ve never seen one on the street.” I sat up a little straighter. “I believe I would leave them alone.”
She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. A moment passed. Then she smiled for the first time, a wide smile that revealed slightly overlapping bottom teeth. “You just might be perfect.”
The morning after the interview, my cell phone rang. I was walking back to the dorm from the bookstore where I’d turned in my textbooks for a not-very-satisfactory amount of cash. I paused on the pathway and let the other students flow around me. On the line was Julie Draper, sounding slightly breathless, much younger, and less formidable than she had in person. “Jane, I’m so glad to catch you. I have great news, a position to offer you.”
My heart thumped so loudly I worried she might be able to hear it through the phone. “That’s wonderful,” was all I dared say.
“More wonderful than you know,” she told me. “This is a plum position. By all rights it should go to a more experienced child-care provider, but until you came along, I hadn’t been able to find a candidate I could trust to have the right” — her voice trailed off — “the right attitude.”
I cast around for my job-interview voice, the one that had apparently served me so well yesterday. Though she couldn’t see me, I threw back my shoulders and raised my chin. “I look forward to hearing more. Where will I be working?”
Julie Draper laughed in a surprisingly musical tone. “This will sound bizarre, but I can’t give you any more details over the phone. How soon can you be at my office?”
When I arrived at Discriminating Nannies, the first thing Julie Draper did was offer me coffee in a slightly chipped mug. Then she swore me to secrecy.
“You can’t tell anyone the details of this position,” she warned. “Not your friends, not your family.”
“I promise.” It would be an easy vow to keep. Who would I tell? My best friend from Sarah Lawrence had transferred to a school in her home state, Iowa; on top of classes, she’d been working extra shifts to save up for a semester abroad in Italy, and we hadn’t spoken in months. And after the accident I hadn’t had the heart for socializing. I knew I would drag down any party I went to, so I spent most of my time in the studio, priming canvas after canvas, trying to settle on something to paint. Every idea I came up with — the stand of trees outside the wide window, an abandoned bird’s nest I’d found on a walk, my own pale face in the mirror — made me tired, my arms too heavy to lift even a paintbrush. More nights than one, I’d slept on the sagging, paint-flecked studio couch, unable to face the five-minute walk back to the dorm. My parents had never quite understood me, and Mom had never made any secret of the fact that my conception had been a less-than-welcome surprise. You might think those things would make me slightly less miserable about losing my parents, but in some ways it made the loss even worse. Not only had they never shown me the kind of attention and appreciation they’d given my brother and sister, now it was official: they never would.
“Your future employer is, well, let’s just say, he’s of interest to the media.” Was that a dimple in Julie Draper’s cheek? “A celebrity. It’s crucial that you not do anything to call attention to him. Anything that goes on in his house, no matter how big or small, must not be discussed with outsiders.” The dimple disappeared. “There will be a confidentiality agreement to sign. You are free to run it by a lawyer.”
A lawyer? A confidentiality agreement? It did me little good to wonder what exactly I was getting myself into; at this point, I was already in it up to my ankles. “That won’t be necessary,” I said, trying to sound calm. “I’m happy to sign.”
“To be absolutely honest, you were chosen because I have an instinct about you,” Julie told me. “You seem trustworthy.”
I nodded as solemnly as I could. But then I couldn’t help myself; I blurted out, “But what sort of person is my employer?”
“Jane,” she said, dimple returning, “surely you’ve heard of Nico Rathburn?”
She didn’t say “surely even you have heard of Nico Rathburn,” but the “even you” was in her voice. And it was true, even I had heard of Nico Rathburn. I probably knew all the words to his hit song “Wrong Way Down a One-Way Street.” It was one of those songs you heard everywhere you went — at the mall, in the grocery store, blaring from the radios in other people’s cars. I could still recall Rathburn’s cool dark stare in a poster tacked up on the wall above my brother’s bed, his denim-clad form posed in front of a brick wall, a flame-red electric guitar brandished in his hands. Mark had gone to one of his concerts. I was little then, maybe in elementary school, certainly too young to stay home alone, so my mom dragged me along on the ride into the city, Mark and his best friend chortling in the backseat, playing with the Bic lighters they would ignite to demand an encore. I remember being afraid they would set the upholstery on fire. And I’d been brought along on the ride to pick them up from the Spectrum too. I remember the strange and pungent smell that clung to the oversized black concert T-shirts they wore over their usual clothes, and the lights of the city, a thrilling expanse of electricity and skyscrapers glimpsed from the highway overpass that hastened us back to the suburbs.
But even if Mark hadn’t been a fan, I would have heard of Nico Rathburn. For as long as I could remember, he’d been one of those celebrities whose name conjured up instant associations, most of them having more to do with his dramatic personal life than his music. I vaguely recalled something about his being busted for possession of cocaine, something else about a car crash and a string of high-profile girlfriends. Then there was the on-again, off-again marriage to a model whose name I couldn’t remember. Hadn’t they both been junkies? Suddenly chilled, I rubbed my arms for warmth. How badly did I need this job? I thought of my dwindling savings account, of the few belongings I hadn’t carted to Goodwill that were crammed into a couple of suitcases on the floor of my dorm room.
“Sure, he’s been out of the papers for a few years,” Julie continued, “and you’d think he wasn’t such a hot commodity anymore. But the tabloids are like sharks, always circling, hungry for blood. He needs his employees to be absolutely discreet.”
“Um,” I stammered. “He has children?”
“A girl, five years old, named Madeline. It was in the news, but you don’t remember, I suppose.” Julie’s voice turned impatient, despite the fact that she hired me precisely because I wouldn’t care about such things, much less remember them. “Madeline’s mother was a pop star in France; she cut a solo album on a U.S. record label a few years back. That was the high point of her career. Maybe you’ve heard of her? Celine?”
The name was familiar. “What happened to her? The mother, I mean. Does she have shared custody?”
“The details shouldn’t concern you.” Julie was back to the brusque, professional version of herself. “Not that they wouldn’t be hard to find if you went looking for them. But I’d advise you not to buy into every overblown story you read in the tabloids. That business with his wife, with Celine, the drug use.… He’s been sober for a while now. That’s all you really need to know.”
“Oh,” I said. “I’m glad to hear it.” My voice didn’t have much conviction in it.
“Listen, Jane.” She looked pointedly in my eyes. “Nico Rathburn is a devoted father. That bad-boy stuff is old news. Besides” — she paused for emphasis — “the pay is excellent. You’ll be living in a mansion in Connecticut. And you’ll get… you’ll get proximity to one of the gods of rock-and-roll music. You do know how many nannies would kill for this position, right?” She rifled through a folder and drew out a document on legal-size paper. “You’re a lucky, lucky girl.”
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Meet the Author
April Lindner is an Associate Professor of English at Saint Joseph's University in Philadelphia. Her poetry collection, Skin, received the Walt McDonald First-Book Prize in Poetry, and her poems have been featured in many anthologies and textbooks. She holds an MFA in writing from Sarah Lawrence College and a PhD in English from the University of Cincinnati. Jane is her debut novel.
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I can't began to impress how much I loved this book. Not only did it give me butterflies but the way everything flowed was outstanding! I loved Jane. She was such a humble person and I loved watching her fall in love with Nico. No matter how much it hurt to watch him with another girl Jane remained strong. She was the type of person who did not bring any other problems, her problems, etc to someone else. She was selfless. She did what he ask as her employer and did not let anything cross the line. I admired her strength and loved the way she watched everything Nico did. She was in love with him. Now Nico I felt played her. Yes he genuinely liked her but he lied a lot. He was sweet and caring towards her. I wished he had been more open. I admired him as well. I understand the secret he kept and hurt with him. But in doing what he did for her was selfless too. He knew he done wrong and just wanted to make it up as much as he can. I loved that Jane was able to see past all of that. The love that was between them was a endless, selfless love. The loved each other deeply and of course showed it every much. The secrets in the book were a big WOW! It hurt to learn them along with Jane but I think Jane has such a great heart it didn't matter. Jane is an adoringly heart breaking book with great characters and writing. I could not put this book down. There was some cursing and a small sex scene.
Jane Moore has just recently become an orphan, and with no one to help her financially and no one who she can truly turn to, Jane must quit school and find a job. She quickly finds a position as a nanny for Nico Rathburn's daughter, Maddy, at Thornfield Park. Nico is a rock star who has been through all the troubles that a normal rock star would go through - relationships that go awry and drug problems that make for an escape. However, Nico feels like it's time to clean up and make a comeback, and so he needs someone to take care of Maddy, whose mother is nowhere to be seen, or so people are thought to believe. With Nico as her new employer, Jane has entered a world full of dark secrets and romance. For some reason, Nico causes Jane to have feelings that go against her rational and practical personality. As their relationship begins to go from boss and employer to something even more, Jane has to be careful, as Nico comes with an attic full of secrets. The emotions between them may be too picture perfect, and letting her guard down might just break her down completely. April Lindner does an amazing job at modernizing the great classic JANE EYRE, and it tops some of the other classic re-tellings. The plot itself parallels the original, and the characters are so well-developed and intriguing that it does feel like you are reading the classic. JANE is a novel that is part romance and part mystery, and it will leave the reader breathless. JANE will make readers who have not read JANE EYRE want to go back and pick up the classic to compare the similarities and differences. And with EMMA becoming Clueless, I would not be surprised if JANE was turned into a movie.
Jane Moore is at her wits end when she applies for a job at Discriminating Nannies in New York City. With her parents having recently died and her siblings both gone away, there is no one to help support her. Then she lands a dream job - nanny to rock star legend NicoRathburn's daughter. Things go well and first for the first time in her life Jane feels like she belongs. But then strange and dangerous things start happening at the estate and Jane begins to fear something is not right. On top of that there is the small matter of Jane's growing attraction to her employer. Suddenly Jane's simple life is a lot more complicated! Omigosh this book ROCKED. No pun intended. I was so captivated! Things were going along smoothly until all of a sudden she found herself crushing on Nico... but perhaps that is the way it happens in real life too. Love sneaks up on you. I loved Jane's character- her earthly innocence, her honest voice. She is so tender-hearted and patient with Maddy and Nico! And the deliciously deserving happy ending sealed the whole experience for me. There were times when I wondered if a story like this could actually come true, and April Lindner completely makes it seem possible. I also wondered if reading this book would make me want to go back and read the original Jane Eyre. To be honest it did, but I have a strong feeling the original won't be nearly as yummy! Perhaps it will inspire other readers to pick up the classic. I definitely think teen girls will eat this book up - it's such an exquisite fantasy! Did I mention I LOVED this book?
This book was a fun, modern take on one of the best classics. Some of the liberties taken (primarily the sexuality instead of the sensuality in Bronte's nove) make it, i feel, not suited for teens under 16. Besides that, i found this a refreshing interpretation on my favorite novel.
Really great book with intriguing story line. Kept me entertained all the way.
Jane Eyre is my all time favorite. When I found out about all the retellings it had. I literally bought them all (I might have missed one). As a result of those purchases, this is the third retelling I've read in the last 3 months and it by far my favorite. Jane Moore, the Jane Eyre of the story, is exactly how I pictured Jane to be like if she was in the modern times. Nico Rathburn, the Rochester, is no different. I absolutely loved how Lindner portrayed them and all the events in the book. It is not exactly the same as Jane Eyre. THANK GOODNESS. It's unique in it's own way. April Lindner's writing style is so smooth and straight forward. The way she took Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre and modernized it is the best I've read so far. Jane Eyre was written to be heart-wrenching, JANE is almost as heart-wrenching and tear gushing. I can never get enough of Jane Eyre. Overall, JANE by April Lindner is the best Jane Eyre Retelling so far. It was heart-wrenching, page-turning, and amazing! Thank you April for giving us Jane Eyre but in a different light.
I really liked this adaption of Jane Eyre. I liked the modern twist to it and it stayed true to the original story. Jane Moore was a very likable character as was Nico Rathburn. The ending was very satisfying aswell. I am glad I read this book for summer reading and would recommend this to anyone familiar with the classic Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bront¿.
This book was aaaamazing! I couldn't put it down and when it was over, I basically threw a tantrum. Something this great should never end, but the way it did was awesome. I love how April Lindner brings sexy romance alive with Nico and Jane. With Maddy in the picture it totally completes the family portrait. But the crazy twist the book takes in the middle makes it thrilling. It'd be scary being an actual nanny in a house with someone like that (read the book if you want to know who). The way Jane reacts is understandable but heartbreaking when you think of Maddy (and Nico since he really does love Jane to death). The end brings it all together in a satisfying, yummy way. If this book was made into a movie, I'd be the first person in line for a ticket!! <3
Jane Moore's college life comes crashing around her after her parents are killed in a car accident, the stocks they left her are worthless and her brother and sister are unwilling to help out. So off to Discriminating Nannies, Inc to look for a job that will allow her to save up to go back to college. Not necessarily the tony Sarah Lawrence. During the questioning, Jane is found to be the perfect nanny for a celebrity who has retired to Connecticut, but is looking for a comeback, hence the need for a nanny for the five year old child. As is wont in Jane (and it's predecessor, Jane Eyre), you know that she's going to love the position, she's going to fall for the precocious child and eventually will fall for her employer, Nico Rathburn. Nico Rathburn is a very nice twin to Bronte's Mr. Rochester. Perhaps not as tortured as Rochester was, but his tortured soul is still there and Jane seems to be his prozac. He relaxes around her and can be attentive to little Maddie who in this story is his daughter. Of course he still tries to make Jane jealous by forming an alliance with a hot photographer who is capturing his big comeback. Jane Moore is a bit more sedated than the original Jane Eyre. Although her life was difficult with a spoiled sister and horrible brother, her father seemed to love her. He was her Bessie. She manages to internalize everything so comes across as standoffish. As much as Nico needs to slow down, Jane needs to open up. When I first started reading this the similarity to Jane Eyre made me wonder if I was just reading a fan fiction or a complete copy cat of Jane Eyre, just updated. Where is the fine line between this and plagiarism. I wonder if the author had these same thoughts. However, I loved this book. I loved the contemporary feel to it. And Nico's F-bombs didn't bother me one bit, it was totally in character. Oh, and the dog? CoPilot... too funny! There is sex in this book and I always thought that Jane and Rochester were intimate especially when they are planning to get married. Bronte's sensibility are not like Austen's. Rathburn is described, but I had a hard time picturing what he looked like. I got the feel that he was more like Russell Brand than anyone else. I just had that skinny, beautiful look to him, but was hard around the edges. Jane is considered plain, but we know that her beauty shines as she starts believing in herself and her love for Nico. There is the crazy ex-wife. St. John Rivers is now River St. John and he's a seminary student who helps Jane after she leaves Thornfield Park. Everything is there. Lindner misses nothing. Well except St. John and Jane are somehow related to each other. If you're a Jane Eyre prudist, you may not like the changes. I really enjoyed this and glad that I took it out from the library.
This book was so diffent but the same time awsome. I fell in love with this book when i first started to read it. I have read it at least 3 times since i have gotton it from my school library. NOW I KNOW ONE THINGN I AM GIONG TO BUY THIS BOOK. So all of you teens out there who want a book to keep you ON THE EDGE OF YOUR SEAT TILL THE VERY END,ANS ALSO PEOPLE WHO WANT A DIFFERNT STORY ABOUT LOVE. SO YOU IF DECIDE TO BUT THIS BOOK YOU WILL PROBLY LOVE IT LIKE ME AND HAVE FUN WITH IT.
This book was so good that I't speechless. I could not help myself but smile while i was reading . I saw the world throught Jane's eyes , and Fell in love with the Amazing Rockstar Rico . Jane's Family Story really breaks my heart , the thought of living how she lived for years i couldn't have stood up with it . Even though Jenna's Sister was supposedly "Pretty" , Jane is More Beautiful inside and out . Rico and Jane's relationship was funny and Adorable from the first time they meet , ha-ha when he almost ran over her with his car on his way back ton Thornfield Park. Even though he hid that secret from her , I could tell from the start that he loved her With all his heart . If only i could find a man like him I would be rich for life ,not because of his money but because of his pure love . While reading this i became JANE . I saw and felt what she felt . I loved this book .
I loved this book. I thought it is a great modern day version of Jane Eyre. I could not put this book down. I think that April Lindner did a great job.
Jane has all the mystery, romance, and suspense of Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre. It is lyrical and intense. At times desperately sad, and at times blissfully wonderful. What if Mr. Rochester was a rock star? A world-famous, honest to goodness rock star? Yeah. I absolutely loved this book. I have always loved the story of Jane Eyre, because of the decidedly different relationship between Jane and Mr. Rochester, the way that Jane grows, develops, and always stands up for her beliefs. Lindner's adaptation of Jane Eyre is absolutely exquisite. I found her story to be a great mimic of the original, but with enough originality of its own to become a new Young Adult Classic. I seriously recommend this book to anyone that is a fan of contemporary novels, romance, and stories where the smart yet plain heroine gets the rock star. :)
EhMahGawd! When i read this book at the begging i thought, No Way can this book be a love story, Jane is just applying for a job as a Nanny. But then she meets Nico, HAWT!! When i got further to the reading when Nico 'confessed' and he took her 'back into the house', whoa, i was blown away. I LUH-VE this book!!!
Yes, I haven't read Jane Eyre. But over the years, I've become pretty acquainted with the plot and the characters. It would be pretty difficult not to be when it's become so prominent in pop culture. Coming into the book, I had some knowledge of the characters, the forbidden romance, and the plot. I'm pretty sure I read the plot summary on Wikipedia before when I had myself convinced that I would never read Jane Eyre because it's a classic. and classics are just too boring for me. Well, huh. Funny how that's changed. I loved JANE. I found it so easy to relate to her and I love how she's exactly my age. There's not too many books out there that involves protagonists of exactly my age so I was loving every single moment of it. I read a couple of reviews that argued that Jane wasn't as strong of a heroine in this modern retelling as she was in the original, but since I've never read the classic, I had nothing to compare it to. As a 19-year-old faced with so much difficulty in her short life, I thought that Jane handled herself very maturely. I know that there are a ton of girls my age that couldn't have handled her parents death and lack of funds any better than she has. The one thing that bothered me a little was the fact that I really didn't know Nico's age. Was it essential to the story? Not at all. It's quite obvious that he's older, but not so old that he could be her father. Still, I found him very charming and I was simply drawn immediately to his character. I loved the chemistry in this book. There was no surprise how it was going to turn out, but I had fun getting there. I thought that the story of Jane Eyre based on my limited knowledge of the plot worked fantastically in this contemporary setting. I was actually craving to read a story involving a rock star so it was just my luck that I had JANE sitting on my shelf from the library. I am so happy for this book because it's given me a rare appreciation for classics. I can only imagine how much more I will enjoy Jane Eyre and I cannot wait to get my hands on a pretty leather-bound copy.
I was truly surprised by how much I enjoyed this book. Jane grabbed my attention and heart from the very first chapter and held on to it the whole book through. Nico took a few chapters to get acclimated to, especially with the whole Ingram business going on. The characters were engaging and captivating and this is one of those stories that stay with you after you're done and you find yourself daydreaming about. This book brought much joy and plenty of tears. This is a must read!
When i frist found this book i was just getting over a bad brackup. Trying to find a book that had the pain i was felling was hard tell i foung this book sitting in the back of my school library. I am one of the pepole that look at the cover whating it to tell the story to me so as soon as i saw he picher of a gril all alone whith so much eptyness sronbing her i had to read it. It was the best choce i ever made. I was reading this book when i was out with my friends eating lunch at home every night before i turnd out the lights. I couldent sleep tell i know jane got what sho deserved. Him. I needed to know she was happy for me to be happy. I was in tears all the time. How is it April is abal to make me cry i do not know vut i did. Then i had these monents were i could jot stop smialing and gigaling with joy as Jane gets the man she loves. And my heart was ripped out when the big miystery was reviled. I was so mad and said that i couldent bring myself to read the goodbye for a week. I cryed and i lost so much sleep kow that she was in pain. It took a little to femember that it was just a book. As she getsvherself picked up i start to feel detter about the book but i was still pissed off that she leaft. And then agen my heart gets brock. An then i finally get the happy ever affter i needed and i was so happy i just love love LOOOOVE THIS BOOK
Interesting modernization...light read