I. Love. This. Book. A macabre "retelling" of one of my most favorite classics of all time. But it's even more than that, because the author/narrator is a self-proclaimed fan of Jane Eyre, has read it tons of times herself, and fancies that she can see the parallels between her story and the fictional Jane's. Parallels that, by the way, were well done - similar enough, but not to the point where the retelling became too predictable. And the snark! The way the author was able to bring the cadence and tone of classic British literature to life with some creative vocabulary and sass of the present day was fantastic. And I just really loved Jane Steele. She had many of the typical feelings towards herself, as a female, that were characteristic of Jane Eyre's time period, but with some extra spunk, murderous spunk. And I loved every second of it. It was by turns over the top (every time a man was a problem - BAM, murdered) and a sobering commentary on there being few other options for women to get out from under a man's thumb. But truly, the snark and the gothic satire really took the day. The adventure Jane has with Sardar, Sam Quillfeather (who by the way was the second best character in this story), Sahjara, and of course Mr. Thornfield (and OF COURSE their happy ending) was everything I wanted out of this book and more. So much fun. So well done. Damn.