The novel opens with the death of the mother Maria Brontë in 1821 and ends with Charlotte's marriage to Arthur Nicholls in 1854. I'm thankful that the book ended before her death because, frankly, I had had enough of death at that point.
I'm not going to go into detail about the lives of the Brontës. A simple Google search can fill you in there, so I won't bore you.
The writing was just beautiful and I felt that Morgan totally got it. From what I've gathered, the personalities of Charlotte, Branwell, Emily and Anne were written spot-on. I felt the sadness and the loneliness; the heartbreak and the disappointment; and finally, success.
I loved the scenes of the three sisters sitting around the table at night writing their novels. It was almost as though I was there with them, holding my breath, afraid of disturbing them.
As an avid fan of all things Brontë, I was not disappointed in this novel at all. It completely passed my expectations, above and beyond. I feel as though I know them intimately now. The only thing I was disappointed with was the title. I hate how it was changed for the American edition, because the story was more than just Charlotte and Emily. The title The Taste of Sorrow is much more suitable.
This is definitely a keeper.