This Valentine's Day, give Downton Abbey a rest and experience British passion at its wildest. True forces of nature, Heathcliff and Catherine are the lusty poster children for every bodice-ripper since. This Bronte sister knocks that wishywashy Jane Eyre into a chamber pot. — Charles Bottomley
Oh yes. OH YES. Your eyes do not deceive you. This eighteen year old boy is imploring you to read Emily Bronte’s classic 1847 romance novel Wuthering Heights. English teachers love it, English students love to hate it, but I beg you humble reader, give it a chance. It is a classic for. a. reason.
This is the original soap opera, the revenge-tragedy to end all revenge-tragedies, and of course, one of the greatest gothic novels of all time. Reading this book is nothing short of an absolute rollercoaster, as its whirlwind plot takes twists and turns which puts most other novels to shame. It’s just a blast. With two Catherines, two Edgars, three Lintons, and an abundance of H’s (I’m looking at you Heathcliff, Hindley, and Hareton), you’ll need a three-generation genealogy map just to make it through the first few chapters! Trust me though, it’s truly worth it. Whether you need catharsis after a bad breakup (nobody’s love life is as disastrous as Heathcliff’s), you’re on a schadenfreude kick (so much misery, but it’s so much fun), or your power is out and you can’t watch your daily soap, Wuthering Heights will not disappoint. Trust me, after reading this, General Hospital will put you to sleep.