True confessions of an English major: I was never that wild about the Brontes. Read Wuthering Heights and thought Cathy should be slapped. Read Jane Eyre and thought the same about Jane. Then refused to read Agnes Grey on the theory I'd want to slap her too. No more Brontes for me. Frankly, the whole doomed lot of them just creeped me out. So when I saw the following video, I didn't know whether to be amused or alarmed. To be honest, I'm a little bit of both, but just looking at the Anne doll creeps me out all over again....
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