This book was given to me by a friend, and I am so thankful for it! A book is the universal and best gift one could ever ask for, especially me.
On starting Wuthering Heights I was surprised at how different it was from other Victorian novels I have read. Everything was dark, gloomy, cold, lonely, and overly pessimistic. But as I read on, I realized that this was its charm — this is what made this book wonderful, the fact that it was different.
However, deep inside my mind, I still expected Heathcliff to suddenly turn into a gentle prince on a white stallion and propose to Catherine, leaving everybody staring in awe.
Turns out he was better, because he was … real? A real and dark, tragic hero of love? Or simply a scoundrel?
“…he couldn’t love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day.” -Heathcliff
“I have not broken your heart— you have broken it — and in breaking it, you have broken mine.” -Heathcliff
During the first chapter of the second volume, I changed my mind about Heathcliff. I saw him in a different light, I saw his eternal love for Catherine, even if so destructing. She, however, was much despised by me, for she ruined her own life, as well as Heathcliff’s, Edgar’s, and perhaps, Isabella’s. Towards the end of the novel, I realised that Edgar and young Catherine were pleasant characters. And as I read on, I started liking Mrs. Dean and Hareton (being extremely satisfied with how Emily Bronte resolved the story).
I’ve read other reviews, and it seems a lot of people dislike the style of narration Emily Bronte used, and/or were confused as to who is speaking. To comment on that, I would say that I found no particular difficulty in identifying the speaker.The fact that the two people (mostly) unrelated to the main story were narrating made everything feel more realistic.