I couldn’t have been more wrong with this book – yes it’s period, but it wasn’t boring, and it definitely wasn’t romantic. Whelp, my assumption certainly made an ‘ass’ out of ‘me’ (I can’t speak for ‘u’). I’ve seen Pride & Prejudice on the telly and Bridget Jones’s Diary, haven’t I suffered enough?* Indeed the only reason I agreed to read it was because I needed to read something written prior to 1850 for my BookRiot Read Harder challenge (this was written in 1847). Sure, my wife made a strong case for it (and she hasn’t lead me astray so far), and its a classic, which is simply short-hand for a book that’s stood the test of time, but… I assumed this would just be a boring period romance.

It is far from being the case – I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.” – Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights Wuthering Heights – 4 out of 5 starsĬonfession time – I was dreading reading this book. I can’t take the trouble to raise my hand! That sounds as if I had been labouring the whole time, only to exhibit a fine trait of magnanimity.

But where is the use? I don’t care for striking. An absurd termination to my violent exertions? I get levers and mattocks to demolish the two houses, and train myself to be capable of working like Hercules, and when everything is ready, and in my power, I find the will to lift a slate off either roof has vanished! My old enemies have beaten me now would be the precise time to revenge myself on their representatives: I could do it and none could hinder me.

Hark a vagrant wuthering heights