Villette by Charlotte Brontë wasn’t the easiest book to read, and I didn’t enjoy it nearly as much as Jane Eyre. I liked it, but I frequently read several chapters while wondering where the story was going. The first 3 chapters didn’t seem to be leading anywhere, especially since this is supposed to be the narrator’s story. There was also a chapter towards the end in which she rambles on seemingly aimlessly about religion. Many of the other characters annoyed me at one point or another throughout the book, and I think that’s why it took so long for me to read it. I frequently put it aside to read other books after only a chapter because one of the characters, usually M. Paul or Ginevra Fanshawe, made me wish Lucy would let them have a piece of her mind. I was able to relate to Lucy though, especially when she first arrives in London, and I was sincerely hoping that her story would end happily. I wasn’t disappointed, but if anyone had asked me at anytime till well past the halfway point what I thought would bring about that happy ending, I wouldn’t have guessed correctly.