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A review by nutrig
Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
4.0
So…
If this was written today it would’ve probably gotten a 3/5 rating for its slow beginning. But old books, classics, they take a while to open up and get good. This was one of those books, and so I rate it keeping in mind that I am not the intended audience, and have a much shorter attention span than a person of the 1800s.
Having said this, getting through the first 100 pages was a feat. I was confused by the character relations (thankfully had a family chart on hand), bored by the lack of anything actually happening, and didn’t really find any of the characters interesting. Until I did. And let me tell you, after the first 100 pages, I couldn’t spend a single day without wanting to abandon my plans (I’m on holiday) to sit in a cozy corner with a cup of tea and read.
It’s sinister, it’s subtle and it’s an incredible commentary on race, society, and the human condition. It villainises its heroes and humanises its villains, in a way that is so intriguing and morbid and hopeful all at the same time. By the end of this book, my apathy and contempt had been turned on its head.
Though, I’m going to Google a lot of things now because I have questions.
If this was written today it would’ve probably gotten a 3/5 rating for its slow beginning. But old books, classics, they take a while to open up and get good. This was one of those books, and so I rate it keeping in mind that I am not the intended audience, and have a much shorter attention span than a person of the 1800s.
Having said this, getting through the first 100 pages was a feat. I was confused by the character relations (thankfully had a family chart on hand), bored by the lack of anything actually happening, and didn’t really find any of the characters interesting. Until I did. And let me tell you, after the first 100 pages, I couldn’t spend a single day without wanting to abandon my plans (I’m on holiday) to sit in a cozy corner with a cup of tea and read.
It’s sinister, it’s subtle and it’s an incredible commentary on race, society, and the human condition. It villainises its heroes and humanises its villains, in a way that is so intriguing and morbid and hopeful all at the same time. By the end of this book, my apathy and contempt had been turned on its head.
Though, I’m going to Google a lot of things now because I have questions.