I can't say that I'm a fan of reworkings of classic books: [[Emma by Alexander McCall Smith|some]] suck the life out of the original, [[Jane Eyrotica by Charlotte Bronte and Karena Rose|others]] fail to add anything - and why would you want to read an inferior version when you can read the real thing? Generally, I try to avoid them - and I'm still not certain why I made an exception for ''Thornfield Hall'' - it certainly wasn't the headless woman (sigh...) on the cover - but I added it to my reading pile. I'm glad that I did.