Even though I've had this copy for over a week now, I needed to find the right time to read it. And so today was the perfect day. The house was quiet, the weather was cool after a rainy morning and as I read on, it grew warmer and warmer, with the sun being a cape on my shoulders. For 2 hours I sat at my desk and spent time with the Brontë siblings.

Charlotte, as always, had a lot to say. In her novels where they were thicker than her sisters, when she could've had an editor to cut off some parts that I feel were unnecessary. Her poetry, too, was exceptionally long but somehow it was better to read through. I think I much prefer her poems than her novels (although I've only read a little over one novel so far). She wrote of death and life and everything in between. It had that Brontë gloomy feel that I love and would always look forward to when reading their works. My favourite piece from her was "He saw my heart's woe"

This was my first ever introduction to Branwell and oh, what a boisterous introduction! It started with "Augusta" and it felt like I was there with him; a hero on a boat in the wild sea, him yelling and cheering into the wind. His works are fun and loud, with a trademark of a stinging last line. But I feel like I'm reading a compilated works written by a teenaged boy, so youthful compared to his sisters. Where the sisters words are gentle and delicate, Branwell's were rough and coarse--like an unpolished wood (in a good way). My favourite piece from him was "To Sestius"

Right off the bat, Emily is glorious. I try to tone down the bias but her works just has this distinct difference compared to her siblings; she's very much on a different level. It is succinct, powerful, and it's like getting punched with no breaks. POW POW POW. She goes in and leaves you breathless. Her works were beautiful and unique, she speaks in a voice that it's like my heart's radio is tuned to. I love Emily and her creations, they are so dear to me. There were a lot that I enjoyed but the most special one that stood out to me was her fragment titled "The Prisoner"

Oh, my sweet, gentle Anne. Always with the softest, loveliest voice. Hopeful, beautiful, enchanting; she has this childlike wonder and deep feelings harbored within her. She loves so selflessly, always looking out for her loved ones. I feel like if she were to pick a favourite place, it would be a field of flowers. It was a nice touch to end the book with her writings, it made me feel incredibly peaceful and satisfied. My favourite piece from her was "Appeal"