It might not be very rock and roll, but I am a huge Charlotte Brontë fan. I have read Jane Eyre about a million times in different shapes, forms and sizes.
With much shame I have to admit though that I had been living in this country for almost 7 years and still hadn't visited the sisters' home up north in Haworth Yorkshire. Until last weekend. Me and a few friends made the trek up north to visit the parsonage that was their home for most of their lives. The museum is lovely and even for non Brontë-nerds it's a pleasurable way to pass a few hours. A lot of the original furniture is on display and in every room there are plastic signs that describe the on goings of the Brontë family's daily life in the parsonage. It was fantastic to walk through the hallway and up the stairs past the grandpa clock on the landing and imagine the girls doing the same thing every day decades and decades before, to see the pens and ink they used to write their world famous novels, to see the couch were Emily is said to have died upon. It was everything I expected.