Recently, I’ve been reading some good classic literature, and I’ve noticed something about Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters. I really enjoy reading Jane Austen; she writes in a light-hearted, satirical style that makes me laugh, even as I enjoy the love story and fun customs of Victorian England. But, when I read the Bronte sisters, while I am sucked in and fascinated by their morbid world of pain and spectres, I don’t even like the book. I am compelled to finish it, as quickly as possible, but I’m left feeling black and blue, and hoping that things don’t really happen as awefully in real life as they do in their books. What was the difference between these women? Their lives overlapped, with Austen being older. The Brontes were daughters of a minister, Jane’s father was a rector. The sisters and Austen both experienced loss and death in the family. So why are Austen’s books fun and sweet and pretty, and the Bronte’s are dark and morbid and full of pain?
Just for clarification: I like Jane Austen’s books WAY more than the Bronte’s. I want the things I read to be enjoyable, not depressing.