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A review by carlottashaw
Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
5.0
I’ve tried reading this book several times over the past decade, always finding it just slightly out of reach. Be it emotionally, mentally, or otherwise.
Like any literature-lover, I’ve been aware of this book since I first fell in love with literature from eras past. Who among us hasn’t read, at least once, the most famous quote, ‘whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same’, and not immediately become curious as to what kind of love could inspire such a sentence.
Despite my many tries over the past ten years, it hadn’t clicked with me until now. Even after watching the film with Laurence Olivier, and finally making it a few chapters in, I still had some sort of block. I was in love with the story, but not with the struggle had with the introductory chapters.
Finally, I allowed myself to utilize SparkNotes to assist me through the first 50 or so pages. After that, it was smooth sailing.
I won’t get into the symbolism, summary, etc. (I’ll leave that for my Substack). HOWEVER, I won’t waste time and must say now that the last chunk of Wuthering Heights took the very last breaths out of my body.
I had already fallen in love with the setting, aspects of the characters, and the ambiance; but the last three/four chapters cemented it as a book to go onto my very limited All Time Favorites shelf on my bookcase.
Altogether, I’m so proud of myself for *finally* falling into this book. Emily Brontë, thank you for your service.
Like any literature-lover, I’ve been aware of this book since I first fell in love with literature from eras past. Who among us hasn’t read, at least once, the most famous quote, ‘whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same’, and not immediately become curious as to what kind of love could inspire such a sentence.
Despite my many tries over the past ten years, it hadn’t clicked with me until now. Even after watching the film with Laurence Olivier, and finally making it a few chapters in, I still had some sort of block. I was in love with the story, but not with the struggle had with the introductory chapters.
Finally, I allowed myself to utilize SparkNotes to assist me through the first 50 or so pages. After that, it was smooth sailing.
I won’t get into the symbolism, summary, etc. (I’ll leave that for my Substack). HOWEVER, I won’t waste time and must say now that the last chunk of Wuthering Heights took the very last breaths out of my body.
I had already fallen in love with the setting, aspects of the characters, and the ambiance; but the last three/four chapters cemented it as a book to go onto my very limited All Time Favorites shelf on my bookcase.
Altogether, I’m so proud of myself for *finally* falling into this book. Emily Brontë, thank you for your service.