that’s what the Brontës did best—convey truth within their stories. They pushed characters through choice and change, making them pay the consequences for bad decisions and only giving them that elusive happy ending when they got it right and rose from the crucible cleansed, strong, and whole. They spared nothing. The crucible was hot. It was death for some. Enduring great cruelty for others. Fire for one. Illness for many.
