Villette

My Granny gave me this book some time in the late 60s, I think it must have been. And I've kept her note in its leaves and also just one of the letters she sent to me while I was in boarding school. I don't know why I've kept that one, it's a cheery one because she's been on a diet for 6 months and her clothes are hanging loosely on her and now she's "beginning to walk with a swing."

Villette is a wonderful book, with that repressed passion that Charlotte Bronte writes so well about. I'm glad to be reading it again after a very long while.