The Lesser Known of the Bronte's.

I'd never read a book by Anne Bronte before. I'd read 'Jane Eyre' by Charlotte Bronte and 'Wuthering Heights' by Emily Bronte. I adored 'Jane Eyre' and detested 'Wuthering Heights' and Anne Bronte got ignored.

I have no real complaint about the writing in 'Wuthering Heights mind you, I just thought it was depressing. Even people who love the book would never call it optimistic.

Jane Eyre, on the other hand, is more optimistic. There's a glowing ending in which everyone is happy and well. Some people don't think endings like that are valid but I love it when a book ends that way. All kinds of horrible garbage can happen in the middle of the book, but as long as it ends well I enjoy it. I know there are purists out there gasping at that but that's just the way it is!

Having said all that I decided it was high time to give Anne Bronte a try. I chose to read 'The Tenant of Wildfell Hall.' I liked it. 

And here's the thing this book did for me. It made me profoundly grateful for my husband! And not just a little at that. I'm sorry to say it, but not only is he far superior to the horrible men in the book, but he's better than the good ones too!

It really makes me wonder what kind of nasty men were in Anne Bronte's life that even her good men aren't that great. We all know the Bronte sisters had a wild brother and we don't have to wonder where the example of the less than savory characters came from. But what about the better ones? Wasn't there any exemplary men in her life that would have helped with that?

  I guess it struck me because if it hadn't been for Richard I might be thinking the same thing. I might not have known how good men can be.

Anyway, I've been thinking about how an author's life experience effects their writing. Anne Bronte wrote 'The Tenant of Wildfell Hall' deliberately with a moral in mind knowing it would effect the quality of the finished product, but quality was secondary to her primary goal. It was worth it to her to sacrifice her art to make a point.

For this reason she is considered a sub-standard writer and most experts agree that she is only remembered today for being a Bronte sister. They feel if it weren't for that she would have been long forgotten.

This may well be true, but if she made me feel this good about my husband in 2012 with a book she published in 1848 perhaps her writing is more effective than they are giving her credit for!

Rap Song

I'm on a roll and I've written a new rap song. For those of you who visit my site and appreciate the family friendly nature of it I've carefully edited the song for bad language and content.

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Chorus

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Purple ***** ** ***** in agony

*** *** pain ***** *** ****** her

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Chorus

**** by the ******* into ********

you and **** ******* **** *****

***** in ******** and ****** **

smile ***** **** *** ***** up and 

if you ***** **** ** * **** *****

Chorus

An Amazing Country Song - sure to be a hit.

Yes folks, just what you were waiting for with baited breath. My last song attempt was so amazingly well written I've decided to broaden my horizons. And now... unveiling... a new country song... and only written in a couple minutes! Astounding, I know!

 It's all gone

I woke up this evening,

disturbed in my sleep. 

A smell wafted

on the cool midnight breeze.

I thought it might be smoggy   

but the air was acrid and near.

I ran for the yard like a hunted deer.   

The old homestead had stood for

about a hundred years

But the flames that reached higher than the roof

confirmed all my fears.

It had stood so long but no more.

Cause now it’s gone. Ohhhhhh it’s all gone.  

Chorus:

Ohhh you think you may have it all. 

But don’t take it for granted. 

You never know when it will disappear. 

Before you know it, it’ll up and go

and you’ll say like me – now it’s gone. 

Yes, it’s all gone.

I got in the car to

warn my neighbors

but when I backed up

I ran over my cats.

The smoke had spooked em

and there they all were

All nineteen there were huddled

like pitiful bats.  

The poor little darlings

had sought protection.

But in this world

things are so uncertain.

Their shelter had become their tomb

and now they’re gone. Ohhhhhh. They’re all gone.

Chorus

My Grandaddy’s car was old.

It ran on moonshine

Once it was daddy’s

but now it’s mine.

It was a green car.

Ahead of its years.

It was so reliable

we called it super gears.

But after running over nineteen cats

it couldn’t be in this world long.

Seventy years from its creation

and now it’s gone. Ohhhhh It’s all gone.

Chorus

I called my girlfriend.

She’d give me a lift

and help my unlucky fortune

to come to an end.

She looked me over.

My cat gut shoes

Smoke covered clothes and

no cool car to boot.

I’ve had better days I know it’s true.

She up and left me after three whole years.

You’d think she’d have stayed,

but now she’s gone. Ohhhhh. She’s all gone.

Chorus

I had a good life.

I was carefree.

There was the old homestead,

my grandaddy’s car,

cats, and my girlfriend

but now woe is me.

I wanted nothing else from life

that’s all I needed.

But now it’s all gone. Ohhhhhh. It’s all gone. 

Chorus

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