Tonight, the last pages of a book started 6 years ago, were read. Although it took a long time, tonight an accomplishment was made. Jane Eyre 2011 this book was opened and the first words read. (Although having seen the movie, in many adaptations thanks to my aunt who was a fan) Not truly understanding what was to come in the months that followed the starting of this novel, the book was already speaking into the wounds of my heart of the loss of friends. The words on the pages scolding the anger, and bitterness that was trying so desperately to take up residence in my heart. Jane's friend Helen at boarding school, who was still a young girl, spoke to Jane saying, "Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs." As I read those words upon the beach of Lake Huron in the company of a good friend (who left me soon after with a lovely journal so I would remember always the words I read) it moved me and started something inside I couldn&