Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë


Withering Hopes (The Brontë Sisters Week)

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë is a doozy.  I say that not because it’s long, which it is (or seems that way), but because it’s a rough read.  This is a story of some pretty mean people, namely Heathcliff and Catherine. Heathcliff is adopted and falls in love with his stepsister Catherine.  Hindley, Catherine’s real brother, is jealous of the attention Heathcliff is getting from his father, and a nasty little wedge is formed in the family unit. The book is rife with feuds and drama. It can be very confusing at times, because it spans a couple generations and in those times they named their kids with the same first names as their parents or other relatives, or they used last names as first names. And since Heathcliff only has one name, it gets even more confusing.  There’s Heathcliff and a Linton Heathcliff, and an Edgar Linton, and two Catherines. See what I mean? Print out a family tree before you get going on this one. 

Supposedly Emily was the shyest of the three famous sister authors.  Still waters run deep.  I wonder if she wasn't repressing a lot of anger. I’m not saying I hated the book.  I reserve hate for only one book so far (and I’m not revealing which one because I don’t want to draw any attention to it).  But this was definitely my least favorite of the three Brontë Sisters' books I've read: Wuthering Heights, Agnes Grey, and Jane Eyre, which I loved. On the other hand, I did like the writing style.  I could pick out handfuls of quotes I like.

I would really like to know if I’m the only one who felt like this.  Were others as confused and disheartened as I was? What’s that?  I didn't hear you.  Post a comment or email me at Readinginthegarden@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about the book.  Maybe I just wasn't in the mood for the story, either time. That's right, I read it twice and my hopes for liking it any better the second time withered quickly. Sure, it happens once in awhile and, unfortunately, that’s how good books get bad reps. I started The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck once and put it down because I just found it boring.  Years later I picked it up again and, waddayaknow, I loved it. But after reading Wuthering Heights twice, well it didn't pass that test.

On another note, I want to give kudos to my mother who chose this book as her first English reading selection.  English is her second language and she conquered a challenge with this one! Go mom!

“I have to remind myself to breathe—almost remind my heart to beat!” (Heathcliff at the end seeing Catherine everywhere.)  
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (1847; reprint, New York: Random House Publishers, 1943), 204.


“…I joined an unsociable meal, seasoned with reproofs on one side and sauciness on the other.”
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (1847; reprint, New York: Random House Publishers, 1943), 34.


“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same..." (Catherine about Heathcliff) 
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (1847; reprint, New York: Random House Publishers, 1943), 50.




Happy reading!

Annette

1 comment:

  1. I think this book may be a bit out of my league. Old English is a bit difficult. Thank you.

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