First of the holiday reads, and as I haven’t enjoyed much I'd read by her sistesr, I wasn't expecting a lot. I may be being unfair and misremembering, but the Bronte novels I've read seem to have women fall in love with utterly horrible, unsuitable men and idolising them. Anne Bronte also has her heroine fall in love with an utterly horrible, unsuitable man, but she at least quickly realises this. I really enjoyed it, and loved the quiet rage and seething anger against men, all of whom are useless, venal and lazy. It's not difficult to see why it is considered a feminist novel. most of the book was read sat in a comfy chair with a wonderful view of the Conwy estuary from our idyllic holiday cottage, Cymryd Uchaf. Absolutely loved it there - the space, the character, the solitude, having cows, sheep and horses for neighbours. Probably I'd quickly tire of the narrow lanes and slog over Bryn Seiri to get anywhere, particularly in the winter, but what a lovely place to be.
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