书名：Jane Eyre(Penguin Clothbound Classics)简·爱（布面精装）

难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数1040L
作者：Charlotte Bronte夏洛蒂·勃朗特
出版社名称：Penguin Classics
出版时间：2008
语种：英文
ISBN：9780141040387
商品尺寸：13.5 x 5 x 20.6 cm
包装：精装
页数：624 （以实物为准）

推荐理由：
1.全书构思精巧，情节波澜起伏，给读者制造出一种阴森恐怖的气氛，而又不脱离一个中产阶级家庭的背景。
2.对于一位“灰姑娘式”人物奋斗史的成功刻画，女性文学的代表作品；
3.此版本为Penguin Classics推出的企鹅经典英文原版，内容完整无删减，由Michael Mason写导言，补充延伸阅读（Further Reading）及注释（Note），有助于理解作品；
4.布面硬壳精装，适合收藏或送礼。

“At the end we are steeped through and through with the genius, the vehemence, the indignation of Charlotte Bronte.”  — Virginia Woolf

Part of “Penguin's” beautiful hardback “Clothbound Classics” series, designed by the award-winning Coralie Bickford-Smith, these delectable and collectible editions are bound in high-quality colourful, tactile cloth with foil stamped into the design. Charlotte Bronte's first published novel, “Jane Eyre” was immediately recognised as a work of genius when it appeared in 1847. Orphaned into the household of her Aunt Reed at Gateshead, subject to the cruel regime at Lowood charity school, Jane Eyre nonetheless emerges unbroken in spirit and integrity. How she takes up the post of governess at Thornfield Hall, meets and loves Mr Rochester and discovers the impediment to their lawful marriage are elements in a story that transcends melodrama to portray a woman's passionate search for a wider and richer life than that traditionally accorded to her sex in Victorian society.
在19世纪中叶英国偏远的乡村，女主人公简·爱是个孤儿，从小寄养在舅母家中，受尽百般欺凌。后来进了慈善学校，灵魂和肉体都经受了苦痛的折磨，但她以顽强的意志完成了学业，成绩优秀。为了追求独立的生活，她应聘在桑菲尔德府任家庭教师。由于志趣相同，和主人真诚相爱，历经磨难，终于和自己心爱的人在一起。

Jane Eyre is the heart-wrenching story of a young girl saddled with both a cruel aunt and a bitter upbringing at Lowood School. Her soul not broken from these encounters, she becomes governess to the children of the handsome Mr. Rochester, with whom she falls deeply in love, but the dark secrets of Rochester’s past and outside influence threaten to swallow their budding romance.

Charlotte Bronte(21 April 1816 – 31 March 1855) was an English novelist and poet, the eldest of the three Bronte sisters who survived into adulthood and whose novels have become classics of English literature. She first published her works (including her best known novel, Jane Eyre) under the pen name Currer Bell.
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further outdoor exercise was now out of the question.

I was glad of it; I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed.
The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now clustered round their mamma in the drawing-room: she lay reclined on a sofa by the fireside, and with her darlings about her (for the time neither quarrelling nor crying) looked perfectly happy. Me, she had dispensed from joining the group, saying, “She regretted to be under the necessity of keeping me at a distance; but that until she heard from Bessie, and could discover by her own observation that I was endeavouring in good earnest to acquire a more sociable and childlike disposition, a more attractive and sprightly manner--something lighter, franker, more natural, as it were--she really must exclude me from privileges intended only for contented, happy little children.”
“What does Bessie say I have done?” I asked.
“Jane, I don’t like cavillers or questioners; besides, there is something truly forbidding in a child taking up her elders in that manner. Be seated somewhere; and until you can speak pleasantly, remain silent.”
A small breakfast-room adjoined the drawing-room, I slipped in there. It contained a bookcase; I soon possessed myself of a volume, taking care that it should be one stored with pictures. I mounted into the window-seat: gathering up my feet, I sat crosslegged, like a Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly close, I was shrined in double retirement.