11/03/2012

Book Review: Wuthering Heights

For years I've been swearing to myself to read the classics. Why is there so much hullabaloo about certain things? Why have they stood the test of time? Plus, I loved Jane Eyre so I thought I'd give Charlotte Bronte's sister a chance. They both must of had some life because this stuff is DARK. I had a conversation with a friend while I was finishing it and asked if it were possible to like a book when you hate every single one of the characters. I think I'll go with yes. The hate is what makes you like it. These people are despicable. They have every quality that makes humanity difficult to love. This I could bear with if they had some redeeming qualities. Nope. They do horrible things and die/run away. It is the perfect example of the fawning, fainting, fear of the 1800's. But Emily is such an amazing writer. She makes you feel like you are there. You feel each gut wrenching pain of every character. Read it but don't expect to feel all warm and fuzzy afterwards.

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