Summer reading

I'm listening to Jane Eyre on CD that I got from the library. It's one of the several hundred books I missed reading in school, mostly because I didn't get beyond freshman English in college. (Actually, I didn't get beyond freshman anything, as I dropped out the middle of my sophomore year to get married—another sort of education.) Anyway, I'm quite enjoying it and, truthfully, I'm glad I never tried to sit down with the book, as I think I would have been done in by all that purple Victorian prose. Listening to it, though, is wonderful; the reader is excellent. I'm just a bit over halfway through it; Mr. Rochester has proposed to Jane. Could all be happily ever after? I doubt it, as there's still a lot of ground, or rather, CDs, to cover, and I can't imagine the rest being devoted to the two of them settling down in page after page of marital bliss. There's that mysterious Grace Pool to be revealed, and why Jane hasn't yet asked her "master" to confess what that's all about is a mystery in  itself. Methinks there's more drama to come. Much more.