I read Jane Eyre when I was .... under 13. Not sure exactly, but it was in my grandfather's bookcase, and we moved when I was 13, so I was younger than that.
I was scarred for life. All I remember was the fact of a mad-woman living in the attic and everything being really weird. I haven't been able to touch anything by any Bronte since. Except for movie versions, which are basically "Clif Notes".
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