Jane Steele, by Lyndsay Faye, is being touted as a re-imagining of Jane Eyre. (See for instance, here). This intrigued me, but it also made me anxious. For the first couple of chapters I worried whether Faye could deliver – the stakes are high when it comes to meddling with one of the Bronte’s classics.
And then I realised: Lyndsay Faye hasn’t reworked Charlotte Bronte’s pivotal book – no matter how many reviews tell you she has! She is paying tribute to it. This distinction is important, to me anyway, and once I pinpointed that I relaxed into this book and really enjoyed it.