Jane Eyre, night by night.

Jane Eyre, night by night. Firelit rooms, long corridors and moorland air — Charlotte Brontë's 1847 original retold in our own words, its storms kept honest but told at the pace of sleep. Each night is a long, slow session of a chapter or three, read by a calm voice with long silences. Take them in order, or open the night that suits the evening. The nights are planned and on their way; every night below switches on the night it is ready. The story is Brontë's; every sentence here is our own.