This is not a love story. I repeat, this is not a love story.Heathcliff is not an anti-hero, he is a villain.
Catherine Earnshaw is not a fair maiden, she is a spoiled brat.
I’m not making my usual attempt at summarising this book since I feel it’s so popular, everyone knows what it’s about. Not a love story, though, and I cannot for the life of me understand how it is so heralded as such. I suppose I could say I sort of enjoyed this, but the first half of it was dull and uninteresting. It picked up the pace later towards the end due to the much more interesting main characters that took the spotlight. I can’t go in very deep with spoilers, so I’ll just say that while Heathcliff was present, all I wanted to do was fling my copy of this book against the wall. Am I missing something? I feel I do not get the appeal of this book at all. I was expecting dark moors and mist and foggy mornings and all I got was a bit of a cloudy sky. The fact that I found none of the characters remotely interesting might have contributed to my distaste for this novel as well.
I am not very good at classics because I tend to compare everything to Jane Austen and everything just ends up falling short of her work.
Read from November 22nd, 2011 to February 14th, 2012.