Review: Not my favorite Bronte accomplishment
Rating: 3 out of 5
Date: 08 31, 2013
Most of Charlotte Bronte's works that I have read tend to rivet my attention from beginning to end.  However,  in Shirley, it seems to me that the authoress spends so much time (and so many pages)  in the minutely detailed descriptions of  faces, forms, character, clothing, weather, buildings, landscape, flora,  in short, everything--that it sometimes is difficult to keep track of the thread of the story, rather to lose it among the plethora of her abundant knowledge and use of adjectives.  By the time you are intimately acquainted with the varying hues of the skies and the infinite tones of the wind one almost forgets what the character is doing outside in the first place.  This book reminds me of a simple  melody being played by a supremely talented and egotistical instrumentalist who wishes to insure the listener that he has the ability to play every key on the piano between the pure notes of the original song.  Don't get me wrong-- Charlotte Bronte is no doubt one of the world's  most talented authoresses, and I am in awe of her abilities.  I'm certainly not sorry I read this book.