Oh I am a bit bereft after reading Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights, and not probably because of why you think. Sadly for me this was another overhyped classic that just didn’t really hit the spot for me. This year I decided that I would read a lot more of the classics that I have not yet had the pleasure of reading and along with ‘The Catcher in the Rye’ this just didn’t live up to the hype. I bought this a few years ago after having been to Howarth and seeing the ‘original’ Wuthering Heights and walking the moors of Heathcliff and Cathy’s tale, so I had the bug. I then got home and read something else, well lots of other things until now.
I fully expected this to be right up my alley. I was expecting a gothic epic tale of love that cannot be and the trials of the moors and the heart. What I got was a flighty vile leading lady in the shape of spoilt Cathy and a horrid mean man in the shape of Heathcliff. From the off I was completely perplexed, how would I care about these two vile characters and their tragic love story? In two words… I didn’t. The book completely fell flat with me, I didn’t like the characters I didn’t care what happened to them, that was that.
I am so saddened by the fact I didn’t like it I cannot tell you, I am praying when I read Jane Eyre (which now won’t be for a while even though I know it’s a different sister who wrote it, she has been tarnished by this one) in the future that I won’t be as disappointed.
It’s actually hard to say anything more, again I have probably just performed book reviewer suicide not liking this and will have no one reading my blog ever again but I can only write the truth. If this was someone’s first book I wouldn’t write a review but my blog is not going to stop Wuthering Heights flying of the shelves is it!?
No a very big disappointment for Mr Savidge with this book as I was hoping to be swept away and sadly I couldn’t wait for the whole thing to end.