My Plain Jane (The Lady Janies, #2)

by Cynthia Hand

Charlotte’s chin lifted. “I would always rather be happy than dignified,”

“You’re definitely not coming with us,” Alexander said. “Not a chance.” Reader, Miss Brontë definitely went with them.

“Why do you think I would ever leave?” “You are young. Young people love to travel. Have adventures.” “Young people with means, maybe,” Jane said. “But I am not leaving.”

and for the first time in her life, she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, she deserved a happy ending.

The duke didn’t appear to have heard. He simply waited for them to comply with his request.

“Miss Eyre, listen to me. I believe there is a string below your rib, and it stretches across class and age to me, and it is attached beneath my rib. And if you find another suitable position, and leave me, you will pull it out. And I will bleed.”

Death could not stop true love, whether that love was paternal or platonic or romantic. Love extended across worlds.