編輯推薦

　　★麯摺的成長經曆塑造瞭堅強勇敢的女主人公，她聰明、自信，具有反抗的勇氣，擁有不依附於人的獨立人格，並堅守自己的信念與理想，是古典時期新女性的代錶。

　　★世界文學史上的經典之作。

　　★原汁原味，原版引進。

　　★良心國貨，性jia比高。

內容簡介

　　《簡愛》是英國女作傢夏洛蒂勃朗特創作的一部帶有自傳性質的長篇小說。作品以一個父母雙亡、從小被送進孤兒院的女孩簡愛為主人公，講述她在各種磨難中堅持自我、不畏挫摺、不懈努力地追求自由與尊嚴，最終獲得幸福的故事。小說引人入勝地描繪瞭男女主人公麯摺的愛情經曆，成功塑造瞭一位富有激情、幻想，且具有反抗精神、勇於追求自由與平等的婦女形象。百餘年來，簡·愛的形象深入人心，對世界各國的讀者都産生瞭較為深遠的影響。

　　“鯨歌英文原版”係列圖書第一輯，精選國內讀者耳熟能詳十本名著：《呼嘯山莊》《月亮和六便士》《簡愛》《老人與海》《1984》《美麗新世界》《人性的弱點》《假如給我三天光明》《動物莊園》《飄》，以國外齣版社版本為參照，原版復製，精心編排，力求原汁原味還原外版圖書的風貌。這十本書文筆優美，閱讀難度不高，非常適閤有一定外語閱讀能力的讀者首次入門接觸外國小說。

作者簡介

　　夏洛特·勃朗特，19世紀英國女作傢。她齣生於英國北部一個鄉村牧師傢庭，做過傢庭教師，後投身於文學創作。1848年，她以“科勒·貝爾”為筆名齣版的長篇小說《簡·愛》轟動文壇。此後，勃朗特的弟弟妹妹相繼去世，她在悲痛之中寫就《謝利》一書，在其中留下對時代的刻畫和對親人的哀思。

精彩書摘

　　I had at heart a strange and anxious thought. Something had happened which I could not comprehend; no one knew of or had seen the event but myself: it had taken place the preceding night. Mr.Rochester that night was absent from home; nor was he yet returned: business had called him to a small estate of two or three farms he possessed thirty miles off—business it was requisite he should settle in person, previously to his meditated departure from England. I waited now his return; eager to disburthen my mind, and to seek of him the solution of the enigma that perplexed me. Stay till he comes, reader; and, when I disclose my secret to him,you shall share the confidence.

　　I sought the orchard: driven to its shelter by the wind, which all day had blown strong and full from the south; without, however, bringing a speck of rain. Instead of subsiding as night drew on, it seemed to augment its rush and deepen its roan the trees blew steadfastly one way never writhing around, and scarcely tossing back their boughs once in an hour, so continuous was the strain bending their branchy heads northward—the clouds drifted from pole to pole, fast following, mass on mass: no glimpse of blue sky had been visible that July day.

　　It was not without a certain wild pleasure I ran before the wind delivering my trouble of mind to the measureless air torrent thundering through space. Descending the laurel walk, I faced the wreck of the chestnut tree; it stood up black and riven: the trunk, split down the center, gaped ghastly. The cloven halves were not broken from each other, for the firm base and strong roots kept them unsundered below; though community of vitality was destroyed—the sap could flow no more: their great boughs on each side were dead, and next winter’s tempests would be sure to fell one or both, to earth: as yet, however, they might be said to form one tree—a ruin; but an entire ruin.

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