Wuthering Heights Wednesday is a read-a-long hosted by Fizzy Thoughts.
This week, we’ve read up until the end of chapter 34 … aka the end of the book.
Just like the rest of the book, this just really didn’t do it for me. Catherine II actually started to be a little likeable again, but that was about it. Heathcliff just got … weird. I rather liked how the three of them (Catherine I, Edgar, and Heathcliff) ended up buried with each other and how it scandalized the town, though. It’s kind of fun to think of them haunting the moors. But other than that, the ending just seemed contrived and strung together without any continuity with the rest of the book.
And now, for the official review …
Title: Wuthering Heights
Author: Emily Bronte
Publication Year: 2006
Source: Purchased from Chapters.ca
From the cover:
There are few more convincing, less sentimental accounts of passionate love than Wuthering Heights. This is the story of the savage, tormented foundling Heathcliff, who falls wildly in love with Catherine Earnshaw, the daughter of his benefactor, and of the violence and misery that result from their thwarted longing for each other. A book of immense power and strength, it is filled with the raw beauty of the moors and an uncanny understanding of the terrible truths about men and women. It is an understanding made even more extraordinary by the fact that it came from the heart of a frail, inexperienced girl who lived out her lonely life in the wildness of the moors. Emily Bronte died a year after this great novel was published.
In case you weren’t following along before, this is the last in a series of posts about Wuthering Heights. You can read my earlier thoughts on the book as I was reading along at the posts for Wuthering Heights Wednesday take one, two, three, four, and five.
Basically, I didn’t like this book almost at all. None of the characters were even nice, never mind sympathetic, and everything just seemed overly contrived most of the time. I can sort of see why it’s considered a classic in terms of its portrayal of the absolute lows that people will go in response to being denied the object of their affections, but just … wow. This is definitely not a book that I could see myself wanting to re-read, nor to recommend to anyone who wants to read something that isn’t depressing.
I’m vaguely amused, though, by the thought of the multitudes of teenagers (and adults!) who will end up reading this book expecting it to be a “great love story” because of it being billed as Bella and Edward’s favourite book. <grin>