If Scarlett O’Hara had an unlimited text-and-data plan, 
    she’d be constantly trying to sext Ashley away from Melanie. 
    If Mr. Rochester could text Jane Eyre, his ardent missives would obviously be in all caps. 
    And Daisy Buchanan would not only text while driving, 
    she’d text you to pick her up after she totaled her car. 
    Texts from Jane Eyre is a witty, irreverent mash-up that 
    channels literary personalities at their silliest, most manipulative, and most bizarre. 
The conceit is this: famous literary characters are texting each other;
one is an everyday person, the other is acting in character.
The juxtaposition, plus the insights into how downright peculiar “acting in character” actually is, 
results in bizarre humour.  Mostly.
It helps to be familiar with the pieces (which I’m not in every case).
But when it works, it works very well.
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Pip
Pip what are you doing right now
   
                          
                              
   
  
  
did you know that my name would have been Mrs. Compeyson 
if I’d married my fiancé Mr. Compeyson
  
                          
                             
   
  
  
but I never did marry him
  
                          
                             
   
  
  
because as you recall
I was abandoned on my wedding day 
by my fiancé
(Mr. Compeyson)
and have never never
never recovered
but I’m just thrilled to hear that you’re doing so well
just Havisham will do for now
unless he comes back
  
                          
                             
  
  
is there anything in particular you need from me right now?
  
 
    
                            
   
                            
   
  
  
really write it down though 
are you writing it down?
  
                                                  
                                                     
 
And the effect is cumulative.