A very good place to start...

I couldn't think of a more appropriate place to begin a blog about books.

I'm still in the midst of re-reading Jane Eyre (or truth be told, reading it through every-single-word instead of skipping to the good parts!), so my post/review/what-have-you is still forthcoming. In the meantime, please continue to submit your ideas on how to judge books on some kind of rating scale.

I can't wait to talk about this book!

Note: this picture shows my actual copy of Jane Eyre. My grandma gave this to me 20 years ago now! I did not have the best nor easiest relationship with my grandma, but one thing we did have in common, and one thing she fostered and encouraged in me (and her other grandkids) above all else, was a love for the written word. I can recall my grandma -- with her glasses hanging 'round her neck on a silver chain -- always having a dictionary handy, always working on a crossword, always laughing in delight scoring 92 points at a time at Scrabble. Heck, she taught me how to spell the longest word in the English language (here I go, by heart):
antidisestablishmentarianism
Anyway, here's the inscription she wrote in my book:















I know it's difficult to see clearly, but it says,
Christmas 1986/To My "Little Bookworm" Becky/Love, Grandma Wood

I cherish this book. Not just because of the words written therein, not just because of the significance it has on my very perception of what it means to "fall in love," but also because it's a piece of my grandma -- the BEST of who she was.