Oh man. I can’t think of a hiaku for this book. It was really delightful. Charlotte Brontë writes so well about these seemingly mundane people. I mean, this was literally a book about a man who became a professor. There were a few odd/interesting people in his life, that showed up in the story, but mostly it was him and his totally reasonable life choices, and then his eventual courtship of an equally mundane person. IT WAS THE BEST. Who says books have to be written about extraordinary events or quirky/unique individuals to be interesting? Here’s to well-written books about utterly normal people!
living a fully, happy life.
let’s just be normal