Brontë, Literature, Reviews

The Other Brontë: Anne, Agnes, and Me

A few days ago I did something that has defeated me for almost three decades: I finally finished reading Agnes Grey by Anne Brontë. Alright, I'm exaggerating slightly; I'm on the cusp of turning 30 and therefore haven't been trying to read Anne's novel for my entire life, but I have spent a good decade (at least) trying to finish it. It only took me two sittings this time. Along with Charlotte Brontë's Shirley, it was never top of my list, but as a devoted Brontëite, I felt ashamed that I'd never made it all the way through Anne's pioneering, unflinching, feminist novel