"May you use to good purpose that gift with words with which the Creator has endowed you."
My father, all those many years ago, blessed me in a way that perhaps seemed small to him then. He blessed me with this book that he knew I loved, and he blessed me with the gift of encouragement and faith. He saw me; he believed in me; and he told me.
No amount of sighs and grumpy students could take away my joy in Jane Eyre, for reasons beyond Charlotte Brontë's wonderful story. For me, this book represents a father's delight in his child. And that has carried me through many, many hard times in my life.