Yesterday, I spent 6 hours watching Masterpiece Theatre's 2006 extremely ... well... masterful production of Jane Eyre. Today, a full 24 hours later, I am still sighing over Edward Rochester. Specifically, I am still sighing over the wonderful Toby Stephen's adaptation of Edward Rochester. He is the perfect dark, brooding, intelligent hero that the starry-eyed girl in all of us wants to redeem. And what can possibly be better than a saga in which true love triupmhs in the end?
Forget Edward Cullen, I want Edward Rochester.
