A reader of The Guardian has a confession to make:

The book: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë and yes, dear reader, after meaning to read it for 20 years, I finished it. (gavernism)

Le Figaro (in French) devotes an article to Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights:

Les Hauts de Hurlevent d'Emily Brontë : la comète des lettres anglaises
 En 1847, l'auteur publie, sous pseudonyme masculin, un roman. Elle meurt un an plus tard sans se douter que son nom allait devenir célèbre.
«Ellis est un esprit vigoureux et original, d'une étrange et sombre puissance, qui, lorsqu'il s'essaie à la poésie, s'exhale en un langage concis, subtil et raffiné tout à la fois - mais qui, lorsqu'il manie la prose, se déchaîne en tableaux qui choquent plutôt qu'ils ne charment»: ce mystérieux Ellis que décrit la romancière Charlotte Brontë dans une lettre à son éditeur W. S. Williams, en septembre 1847, n'est autre que sa sœur Emily, l'auteur des Hauts de Hurlevent. (Françoise Dargent) (Translation)

A necrologic in New Prague Times reports the death of a local Brontëite:

She was also an avid reader, instilling a love of reading in her children and grandchildren and a proud member of her book club. She enjoyed numerous trips with her daughters and those trips always had a theme involving Charlotte Brontë.

The Evening Standard recommends art galleries in London, like the National Portrait Gallery:

You can find Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn in the Tudor galleries, Mary Jane Seacole and the Brontë sisters in the Victorian galleries, right up to Amy Winehouse and the Queen in the contemporary galleries. (Ailis Brennan)

The Writing Cooperative and the greatest first lines in novels:

 “There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.”
― Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë
I love this one because of how different it is from the ‘start-with-a-bang’ openers. This line gently slips the reader into the grey, claustrophobic, disappointment-filled, bitter world of Jane Eyre’s childhood. (Svani Parekh)

The Mourinho-Guardiola wars on iNews with a Brontë flare:

Across town the tortured Mourinho smoulders away like Heathcliff pining for Cathy and swearing eternal damnation on Edgar Linton while kicking Martial, Luke Shaw and Paul Pogba under the table. (Kevin Garside)

The Daily Mail talks about the reality Made in Chelsea and makes this cryptic (for no connoisseurs)  comments:

Digby, it turns out, is actually a squire from an Emily Brontë novella, and does not approve of Liv wearing a busty ensemble. Hence why they argued and he ended up in the pool. (Andrew Bullow)

Teesside Gazette recovers a 1966 GCSE exam:

In which of the following works: David Copperfield, Jane Eyre, The Importance of Being Earnest, Kidnapped, The Merry Wives of Windsor, Moby Dick, A Passage to India, Pride and Prejudice, Pygmalion, The Rivals, Vanity Fair, Waverley:
does each of the following characters appear?
Mrs Malaprop, Uriah Heep, Justice Shallow, Mr Collins, Lady Bracknell, Captain Ahab, Alan Breck, Mr Rochester, Becky Sharp, Professor Higgins.

Süddeutsche Zeitung (in German) talks about a local exhibition which takes its name from Emily Brontë's novel:

"Sturmhöhen" lautet der Titel der neuen Ausstellung, die vom 1. September an im Künstlerhaus im Freisinger Schafhof zu sehen ist. Der Arbeitstitel ist eine Anleihe an den Roman von Emily Brontë, der Gefühle als unausweichliche Naturkräfte beschreibt. (Translation)

Le Journal de Montreal (in French) on the newly created Prix Françoise-Graton which

qui vise à récompenser les créateurs de sa programmation, dont l’œuvre ou la prestation célèbre avec audace l’art et l’éducation. (...)
Les nommés sont (...) et Fanny Britt (regard précis sur le harcèlement sexuel et la jeunesse étudiante à travers son écriture de «Hurlevents», inspirée de l’œuvre des sœurs Brontë). (Translation)

Awesome Gang interviews the writer Bryan Foreman:

What authors, or books have influenced you?
Oh, that’s an easy one! I love the classics: Mark Twain’s “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,” Emily Brontë’s “Wuthering Heights,” Mary Shelley’s “Frankenstein,” Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice,” Bram Stoker’s “Dracula,” all of Fyodor Dostoevsky and Franz Kafka… and the list goes on and on!