Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte
published August 1959, 320 pages
From the back cover –
There are few more convincing, less sentimental accounts of passionate love than Wuthering Heights. This is the story of a savage, tormented foundling, Heathcliff, who falls wildly in love with Catherine Earnshaw, the daughter of his benefactor, and the violence and misery that result from their thwarted longing for each other. A book of immense power and strength, it is filled with the raw beauty of the moors and an uncanny understanding of the terrible truths about men and women – an understanding made even more extraordinary by the fact that it came from the heart of a frail, inexperienced girl who lived our her lonely life in the moorland wilderness and died a year after this great novel was published.
My thoughts –
Anyone who is a frequent reader of this blog knows of my aversion to classics. I don’t typically enjoy them, I always have to force myself to finish them, and I usually just end up giving up before I finish altogether. This book started out similar – it took me a really long time to get invested in the story and characters, I read it very slowly, and I was pretty sure I was going to hate it by page 50. Fortunately for me, though, I ended up enjoying the story when I (sadly) forced myself to continue on. (Thanks, Classics Challenge, for that little push!) I am SO proud of myself for getting through this and actually feeling like I somewhat enjoyed the book. Someone described this book to me as almost like a soap opera (can’t remember who…), and that individual is completely right. There is so much drama in here… it’s crazy. I definitely felt attached to the characters, even with all their unpredictable drama, and I’m glad that I finished the book and got to appreciate it. I can’t really say that this is one of my favorites, but it is a pretty decent book, and I can see why it is dubbed a “classic”.
Also reviewed by: bookchronicle at Adventures in Reading.