I just finished watching 4 hours of Jane Eyre (the BBC episodes I bought in London). And even though I've read the book, I'm so in love with this movie (though the book is even better). I cried, and I fell in love, I was scared and I was anxious. Aaaaah! I'm gonna bring it to Swiss, and when I feel sad and bummed out, I'll be watching these exact four hours of amazingnesssssss
Ooh dear! Kill me now! I want to live a hundred years back and experience this kind of love. Aaaah. Strike me down for being such a hopeless romantic!