Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
This won’t be much of a review, not that any of my “reviews” ever really are. I will say that Wuthering Heights lives up to its infamy in that it is every bit as engaging, pathetic, and wonderful as one would expect. Bonus points for playing to my love for the English countryside, Yorkshire (Mario!), and moors. Why anyone thought it would be necessary to re-brand the novel’s cover to emulate that of the Twilight series is beyond me. Timelessness, by definition, ought to be immune to modernisation.
Anyway, again, this isn’t really a review of the novel. I am writing this post because I want to talk about the book itself, not the story. I found the text on a shelf in my hall of residence, and I couldn’t resist picking it up. Used books, in my opinion, are awesome, for many reasons, one of which is that in purchasing or reading a used book, we are reusing a product and reducing our consumption of new items. However, there may be a limit to the usability of a used book, and this novel was definitely right on the borderline. Pictures to follow.
You could call it a story in 29 parts.
This is definitely the most dilapidated book I have ever read. Some of those sections are single sheets! And the entire mess was completely out of order; I spent a good bit of time putting every bit chronologically before I could begin to read anything.
A real page-turner, this one.
Despite the spinelessness of its form, the disorderly contents of this book came together to present a satisfying read. And though I received some strange looks on the tube as I tried to hold the tattered tale together in my hands, I can now proudly claim that I literally did not judge a book by its cover…or side…or lack of internal composure…
Quote: “…change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes…”
Have you read this book? Let me know your take on it, or suggest a new read, in the comments!
Interesting. I have never read this book but planning to read it soon. Her sister’s book Jane Eyre isn’t bad either. I think from what I can remember part of it is based on her own life.
Dear Anubha,
I miss you.
I missed you, too…
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