I shall exact an undivided homage; his devotions shall not be shared between me and the shape he sees in the mirror.
(Brontë 153)

Monday, February 1, 2010

Hello my name is Blanche Ingram and I suppose you are reading this because you either are someone of distinction and wish to remain informed of what I am currently up to, or you are of lower stature and read this as an escape from your exceedingly dull life. Whatever the reason is, welcome. Here I will discuss events that I am attending as well as my opinion of what has recently transpired. I am currently en route to Thornfield Hall, home of Mr. Edward Rochester to spend a few days there before I return home. I am part of a party traveling from Leas ,home of Mr. Eshton, where we have been gathered for the past few days. It is so wonderful to see everyone and hear about what they have been up to. It will be equally as wonderful to see Thornfield Hall again. It must be at least six or seven years since I was last there for a Christmas ball. I sang a duet with Edward and then played the piano afterwards. I heard some of the servants gossiping about what a lovely treat it was to hear me sing and how beautiful I looked and I can't say I disagree with them. Hopefully seeing me in Thornfield Hall will remind Edward about how it could become a permanent residence for me, if he would just ask. I want to be married to that man, it is written in the stars for us to be wed. At least that is what I will have to convince him of so he does not suspect the real reason I am wanting this marriage to take place. We shall arrive at Thornfield soon and I will write again from there.
Farewell for now,
Blanche Ingram