There is nothing so satisfying as a little Charlotte Brönte on a quiet morning. Mug of coffee in one hand, book in the other. 

I’ve been carrying this book in my backpack next to my laptop for a couple of months now. I keep meaning to pull it out and read it –  re-read it, actually – but between work and family and everything I just haven’t found the time. 

This morning felt right and I’m so glad. It’s as delightful as I remember it being.