I was taken to Bronte House as a young girl on a school trip and found myself mesmerised by the museum and the story of the family and its isolation. I have always loved them all, even Branwell, I felt for their father having to get on with his life and take care of his children, whilst also administering to the congregations of the church. I enjoyed your reading very much, its different when someone else reads a story directly to you as opposed to reading a book yourself. I can see you are also enthralled with the stories and the characters, as are many people around the globe. It must have been a very small world for the children, not having outside influences, and it definitely defined them as people, plus influenced their writings hugely. Thank you, I will subscribe to your channel and spread the word, the world is full of Bronte fans and devotees....
When I was 7 or 8 years old, while being naughty messing around in the kitchen, I dropped some hot apple sauce that my mum had just made on the back of my hand, which gave me a very nasty burn. Some years later when I first read 'Wuthering Heights', I deeply sympathised with Edgar having a jugful thrown in his face and knew from that moment that Heathcliff was a wrong'un!
I was taken to Bronte House as a young girl on a school trip and found myself mesmerised by the museum and the story of the family and its isolation. I have always loved them all, even Branwell, I felt for their father having to get on with his life and take care of his children, whilst also administering to the congregations of the church. I enjoyed your reading very much, its different when someone else reads a story directly to you as opposed to reading a book yourself. I can see you are also enthralled with the stories and the characters, as are many people around the globe. It must have been a very small world for the children, not having outside influences, and it definitely defined them as people, plus influenced their writings hugely. Thank you, I will subscribe to your channel and spread the word, the world is full of Bronte fans and devotees....
When I was 7 or 8 years old, while being naughty messing around in the kitchen, I dropped some hot apple sauce that my mum had just made on the back of my hand, which gave me a very nasty burn. Some years later when I first read 'Wuthering Heights', I deeply sympathised with Edgar having a jugful thrown in his face and knew from that moment that Heathcliff was a wrong'un!