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BrainyJane

Whilst wandering through the windswept meadows of her provincial hometown of Poway, Jane’s tow-headed imagination was first sparked by Black Beauty, The Secret Garden, and as many of The Little Golden Books as she could get her hands on.  After the daily daisy gathering, her mother would read fairy tales and Greek myths to her, admonishing her impressionable daughter that real princesses did not allow themselves to be seduced by clinically-insecure gods.

After hauling in a barely-respectable 3.6 in high school, Jane went out and tried her luck at San Diego State University where she majored in Humanities while flogging her guts out at that epicenter of upper-middle-class consumerism, Bath & Body Works.  It was here (University, not Bath & Body Works) that her burgeoning literary career began to blossom, as the learned professors of her field began to chip away at her plebeian tastes in order to cultivate a more refined intellectual palate.  In addition to coursework in Latin, classical music, African literature, and Renaissance art and history, she read and wrote on Madam Bovary, The Iliad and The Odyssey, The Aeneid, The Art of War, Dante, Honoré de Balzac, Dostoevsky, Cicero, and Machiavelli.  As if reading all the books and authors on this list weren’t formidable enough, the little brownnoser decided to read them better than anyone else and graduated summa cum laude.

If she isn’t being dragged by me to the nearest Chick-fil-A to work on the blog, Jane can be found playing with her pups, walking on the beach, coveting the clothes at Anthropologie, or surreptitiously scouring the entertainment aisles at Target for the latest Disney vault release.  She’s also working on writing a collection of children’s fairy tales, but only because I’m forcing her to.

Brookeworm

I have been informed by my partner-in-crime Brooke that our reader might want to get to know the “women behind the curtain” here at Le Footnote.  Personally, I never read the biographies on these things, preferring to imagine that blogs spontaneously appear like so many co-eds at a frat party the moment a keg is tapped.  When I said as much to Brookie, she told me to stop being an idiot and do what I was told and think of something respectable to say about her.

Brooke and I have been best mates since we were fourteen, when she moved to San Diego from central California.  While we were not such avid readers of the classics in those days[1], literature was always one of our shared interests.  As our tastes matured, I discovered that Brooke was something of an anglophile.  She still insists that American authors can’t write worth jack and the Brits are the only ones capable of crafting an intelligible sentence.  It is difficult to argue with her there, considering that Charles Dickens, the Brontë sisters, Dorothy L. Sayers, J.R.R. Tolkien, C. S. Lewis, George Eliot, and Jane Austen were all English.

Brooke studied British Literature at the University of California in San Diego, where she also bagged a Bachelor of Arts in Philosophy.  She later attended Westminster Seminary California, dabbling in systematic theology and Greek for a time.  Due to this philosophical education, or perhaps simply because that’s how her twisted little mind has always worked, Brooke tends to take an extremely analytical approach to literature.  She also uses a ruler when highlighting her notes, but that’s neither here nor there.  In addition to bullying certain people into writing blogs and bios and children’s stories, Brooke also enjoys running, hiking, watching football matches[2], listening to sugary pop music and writing notes and commentary in the margins of the books she reads in astonishingly perfect handwriting.  No, really. It’s eerily precise.  Someone ought to make her handwriting into a font. I credit the private school she attended up until junior high for that one.


[1] Having far more important things to concern our silly teenage heads with, like which boys in our class were attractive, how we could steal clothes from my older and fashion-forward sister, and whether we could get away with wearing pearlescent baby blue eye-shadow.

[2]And by football I mean English football, the sport we Americans call soccer

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  1. Love the bio’s girls! Fun!

  2. “She also uses a ruler when highlighting her notes, but that’s neither here nor there.” My! I’ll bet she is fun to go out with of an evening! LOL Was that a friendly little jab there, BrainyJane? Or perhaps a subtle pang of jealosy over Brookeworm’s perfectionist tendancies? “Methinks thou doth protest too much…”

  3. I love the contrast of the photos- Jane’s whimsical, romantic beauty and Brooke’s fierce, tempestuous gaze (red shoes are amazing). Just the perfect dynamic duo to rock the online world of literature.

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