I love how repeated readings open up new interpretations; I wonder what I might think after a few more? These past three stories are about interconnections and harmony and how the small things manage the large. It’s a wonder to think about, and even in death the continuation of life is remarkable.
Now this is more like it! Unlike that blathering buffoon Dickens and his tepid dishrag of innocent banality Oliver Twist, here’s an orphan with some life in her, some depth, some fire and emotion!
I already like the character Jane, she’s rambunctious, doesn’t suffer fools, and is a fighter.
My only quibble is that I’m not sure she’s unreliable as a narrator – the people being mean to her do seem a bit flat.