wuthering heights. emily brönte. (8)

i have no idea why "wuthering heights" is a classic. it doesn't deserve such a title. there is nothing timeless and enduring about this novel. i can't imagine a reader feeling any other emotion than disgust while they are reading. holly golightly cited it as her favorite novel in "breakfast at tiffany's" and as much as i love her, i do not value her opinion. though her admiration of this book makes sense especially since she is phony and a double rat when it comes to love.

the issue that i had with "wuthering heights" was that all of the characters were horrible. i did not and could not root for catherine and heathcliff's happiness or love because i found them unworthy of it. i could
not pity them. they were so cruel and evil that their miserables lives were their just desserts! furthermore, one could not side with the forces that kept heathcliff and cat apart because they were just as cruel and awful. there was on one to sympathize with because their were all appalling. the only person i felt for was the servant, nelly, she didn't deserve to be surrounded by such horrendous people and drama. actually i also felt bad for the isabella linton, because heatlhcliff took advantage of her love.

i will add that i was happy that in the end, the kids' found happiness because they did suffer due to the cruelty of the generation before them. but their happy ending does not save the entire novel.

to be honest the only good thing that came from this work was this kate bush song: