As an undergraduate, I majored in English literature.  Except for the grammar classes, I loved every minute of it.  I read books I never would have read otherwise, like Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury.  At first, I dearly hated that book.  It was, I thought, impossible to read, but I pressed on.  Today, I count it among my favorite books.  Unfortunately, even an English major does not read everything, and somehow I missed the classic Charlotte Bronte novel, Jane Eyre.  Recently, I stumbled upon Jane Eyre through the unexpected activity of channel surfing. Suddenly, I found myself immersed in Masterpiece Theatre.  The intensity of the two main characters, the underlying darkness of the story, and the courage and strength of Jane Eyre enthralled me.  When Jane left to visit a sick relative, and the announcer said the unforgivable phrase, “Next time on Masterpiece Theatre,” I knew there was absolutely no way I could wait until “next time” to learn Jane Eyre’s fate.  Would she find love with Mr. Rochester or was she doomed because of her lowly station in life?  What danger is lurking in the North Tower? Who set that mysterious fire? Armed with curiosity in need of satisfaction, I became my first patron at the library the following morning, and I was immensely delighted to discover that we had in our collection not only a copy of the book but also a DVD of the very same Masterpiece Theatre production of Jane Eyre.  I took both. Don’t worry, I won’t tell you how it ends, but I will say that if you find that you love a movie based on a book, you should check out the book.  Chances are you’ll love the book even more.