"Sexless, death-stalked saint" to "having an orgasm" in just thirteen paragraphs!

A really interesting reevaluation of Charlotte Bronte. You can almost feel the heat of the writer's passion from across cyberspace. I think she makes a good point about the disjunction between the Bronte cult-image and the real woman. But even if the "real Charlotte" was "a filthy bitch, grandmother of chick-lit, and friend," I still can't quite fall into a swoon over Jane Eyre. Just too long and too... I don't know, too something for me.
(Link via Bookslut.)