书名：Jane Eyre 简爱
作者：Charlotte Brontë
出版社名称：Signet Classics
出版时间：2008
语种：英文
ISBN：9780451530912
商品尺寸：10.7 x 2.6 x 17.5 cm
包装：简装
页数：470 （以实物为准）

Jane Eyre《简爱》是英国十九世纪女作家夏洛蒂·勃朗特的成名作及代表作，这是一部具有自传色彩的作品，同时也是夏洛蒂·勃朗特“诗意的生平”的写照。适合英语专业学生及对经典英语文学作品，自传类小说感兴趣的读者。
推荐理由：
1.《简爱》是部脍炙人口的作品，一部带有自传色彩的长篇小说；
2.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；
3.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；
4.此版本为Signet Classic版本，美国诗人、女作家Erica Jong为此版本作序，而玛塞尔·克莱门茨则撰写后记；
5.英文原版无删减，小巧轻便，阅读方便。
Charlotte Brontë’s romantic gothic novel, featuring one of literature’s most memorable heroines.
An unconventional love story that broadened the scope of romantic fiction,Jane Eyreis ultimately the tale of one woman’s fight to claim her independence and self-respect in a society that has no place for her.
This edition is with an Introduction by Erica Jong and a new Afterwordby Marcelle Clements.

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，成绩优异。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。
With her 1847 novel,Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë created one of the most unforgettable heroines of all time. Jane Eyre is an orphan, penniless and plain, but full of courage and spirit. She has endured incredible hardship to secure her humble status as a governess in the household of her brooding employer, Mr. Rochester. Jane’s sharp wit and defiant nature meet with Rochester’s sardonic temperament. The two become enmeshed in a deep, intense bond. But Rochester has a terrible secret—a remnant from his past that could threaten any hope of happiness with his only love.

夏洛蒂·勃朗特（Charlotte Brontë，1816-1855），英国小说家、诗人，“勃朗特三姐妹”之一。生于贫苦的牧师家庭，曾在寄宿学校学习，后任教师和家庭教师。1847年，夏洛蒂•勃朗特以Currer Bell为笔名出版长篇小说Jane Eyre《简爱》，轰动文坛。其他作品有：Shirley《谢利》、Villette《维莱特》和The Professor《教师》等。
Charlotte Brontë(1816-55) was the third of the three famous Brontë sisters. Together with her sisters, Charlotte publishedPoems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell(the pseudonyms of Charlotte, Emily, and Anne). Though this sold a disappointing two copies, the publication ofJane Eyrein 1847 achieved immediate success, and stirred much speculation about the identity of “Currer Bell.” Charlotte eventually revealed her identity, and later wroteShirley(1849) andVillette(1853).
Erica Jongis a poet andNew York Timesbestselling author of nine novels, includingFear of Flying,How to Save Your Own Life,Fanny,Sappho’s Leap, andFear of Dying. She continues to be vocal on the subjects of women, writing, and her generation, as in her memoirs,Fear of FiftyandSeducing the Demon: Writing for My Life. Her many honors include the United Nations Award for Excellence in Literature andPoetrymagazine’s Bess Hokin Prize.
Marcelle Clementsis a novelist and journalist who has contributed articles on culture, the arts, and politics to many national publications. She is the author of two books of nonfiction,The Dog Is UsandThe Improvised Woman, and the novelsRock MeandMidsummer. She teaches at New York University.

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.