![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Wouldn't it? But, while deeply lost in self-doubt, Helene's world is unexpectedly shaken up by a fresh new friendship. It would be impossible for Mr Rochester to marry a sausage in a swimsuit, even if he loved her. ![]() Again, her inner and outer worlds become entangled as she reads on – this time putting herself into Jane Eyre's shoes. But how will the story end? Is there any hope for the wise, strange, plain Jane Eyre? How could Mr Rochester ever love her? On nature camp, arranged by the school as a treat, Helene finds herself in the tent of other outcasts. And, in the solace she finds there, Helene's own world becomes a little brighter. When Helene's heart hammers in her chest as Genevieve snickers at the back of the bus, inventing nasty things to say about her, Helene dives into the pages of her book Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. Helene smells, Helene's fat, Helene has no friends. Insults are even scribbled on the walls of the toilet cubicles. She can't be invisible in the playground or in the stairways leading to art class. Helene is not free to hide from the taunts of her former friends in the corridors at school. ![]()
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