Jane Eyre: Charlotte Bronte

Let us picture the year 1847. Now let's picture a not quite pretty, not rich, highly opinionated and devout women who values freedom and independence, who also carries a stout refusal to settle for anything other than who she wants as a husband? And a said future husband loves and respects her because of her brash opinions and willingness to speak her mind? The gall.
I freaking loved it.