Wuthering Heights

Book: Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

Synopsis: Wuthering Heights is one of the world's greatest tales of unrequited love, captivating readers with its intense passion and drama since its publication in 1847. In this special collector's edition, the powerful, complex bond between Heathcliff and Catherine that unfolds in the wild, romantic landscape of the Yorkshire moors is beautifully presented in illustrated form for the first time. [via Amazon]

Book Notes: OMG! Yes, I know I have been rather silent that past couple of weeks. I got busy with other stuff, and never really got around to sitting down and fully processing my emotions after reading this book. But in a nut shell: I hated it!

I remember finishing this book before i left the office. I wanted to fling my copy across the room out of sheer exasperation. Sometimes I even wonder how and why i even bothered to finished the book. 

I think it took a while for me to get around to writing down my thoughts because whatever i felt after reading it was extremely violent. I didn't like a single character in this entire novel, nor did I like the way the story was narrated. It was so frustrating page after page after page. None of the characters ever evolved!!!

But since it has been weeks since i've processed this horrid experience of having read Wuthering Heights, perhaps the novel actually achieved its ultimate purpose. As the poster novel for unrequited love, it has definitely not earned any love from me. It begets me how this made it as a popular English Classics.

Barnes and Noble I want my $10 back. I should have known better and just downloaded a free Kindle copy.

Book Quotes: 

"But be with me always - take any form- drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where i cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!"

"And yet I cannot continue in this condition! I have to remind myself to breathe-almost remind my heart to beat! And it is like bending back a stiff spring... it is by compulsion, that I do the slightest act, not prompted by one thought, and by compulsion, that I notice anything alive, or dead, which is not associated with one universal idea... I have a single wish, and my whole being, and faculties are yearning to attain it. They have yearned towards it so long, and so unwaveringly, that I'm convinced it will be reacher and soon because it has devoured my existence- I a swallowed up in the anticipation of its fulfilment."

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