Wuthering Heights
I know Emily Bronte is supposed to be this hotshot author. I know Wuthering Heights is considered a classic, and that many people worldwide have regarded it a fine piece of work.
I also know that it stinks, in my opinion.
Being bored, I dug out dusty boxes of old books and discovered a copy of Wuthering Heights I'd bought, but forgotten to read. So I started reading it.
Halfway through, I was beginning to get irritated by almost every character introduced. The only decent and likeable character in the whole book was Mr.Lockwood, the narrator.
Heathcliff won my sympathy but very soon managed to make me hate him. I felt sorry for him because of the dislike Hindley Earnshaw bore for him, but Heathcliff proved quite capable of retaliating. In fact, when the reader first meets Heathcliff, his attitude is such that it makes one wish him dead.
The female characteres - Catherine Earnshaw, her equally bratty daughter Catherine Linton, and Isabella Linton as well as Mrs.Dean are all annoying people. The first three named are nothing more than headstrong spoilt brats, with a vacuum where their brains were supposed to be. Petty, petulant and sullen, they made me wish I could slap some sense into them.
Hindley Earnshaw disgusted me with the way he conducted himself after his father's death. Joseph was such a freakin' Pharisee, I wish he would meet the Lord straightaway. Linton, Heathcliff's weak, petty son, was so obnoxious and deceitful that any sympathy I had for his weak physical condition was outweighed pretty soon by an intense desire to see him die soon.
The whole novel sucked, the characters were mean and selfish, so full of malice, that whenever they met together the atmosphere was just so hellish.
I was glad to reach the end of it, but quite sad that not all died.
If I had the honor of rewriting Wuthering Heights, a fire would raze both Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Grange to the ground at the beginning of the story, leaving no survivors.
Reading it was extremely trying to patience and good sense.
I also know that it stinks, in my opinion.
Being bored, I dug out dusty boxes of old books and discovered a copy of Wuthering Heights I'd bought, but forgotten to read. So I started reading it.
Halfway through, I was beginning to get irritated by almost every character introduced. The only decent and likeable character in the whole book was Mr.Lockwood, the narrator.
Heathcliff won my sympathy but very soon managed to make me hate him. I felt sorry for him because of the dislike Hindley Earnshaw bore for him, but Heathcliff proved quite capable of retaliating. In fact, when the reader first meets Heathcliff, his attitude is such that it makes one wish him dead.
The female characteres - Catherine Earnshaw, her equally bratty daughter Catherine Linton, and Isabella Linton as well as Mrs.Dean are all annoying people. The first three named are nothing more than headstrong spoilt brats, with a vacuum where their brains were supposed to be. Petty, petulant and sullen, they made me wish I could slap some sense into them.
Hindley Earnshaw disgusted me with the way he conducted himself after his father's death. Joseph was such a freakin' Pharisee, I wish he would meet the Lord straightaway. Linton, Heathcliff's weak, petty son, was so obnoxious and deceitful that any sympathy I had for his weak physical condition was outweighed pretty soon by an intense desire to see him die soon.
The whole novel sucked, the characters were mean and selfish, so full of malice, that whenever they met together the atmosphere was just so hellish.
I was glad to reach the end of it, but quite sad that not all died.
If I had the honor of rewriting Wuthering Heights, a fire would raze both Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Grange to the ground at the beginning of the story, leaving no survivors.
Reading it was extremely trying to patience and good sense.
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