I am just so bored. I would have thought it would be even better than Jane Eyre, considering it was published after it, but alas, I cannot seem to care about Lucy Snowe, who has no discernable purpose in life, or, at least, I cannot discern her purpose, as nearly every paragraph is waterlogged with overwrought metaphors and similes for me to even understand what she is trying to say, unless I wish to spend the whole day doing so, which I do not.