The Taste of Sorrow

I just finished this book, and I don't know how he has done it. We all know the Bronte myth that swirls around the novels, but somehow Jude Morgan makes Charlotte, Emily and Anne full of breathe, almost touchable. The narrative ducks and weaves through first and third person at times, present and past tense occasionally, all those rules we are taught should not be broken. However, instead of alienating the reader, it sucks us further in, until the mud of the moors clings to our trouser hems. Strangely enchanting.

( if anyone would like my copy, send me an email and I will wing it to you, first in best dressed)