Teenage angst and ups and downs of first love seems to be timeless. Most, if not all us, are struck by first love at a young age. While adults older and wiser than us may try to convince us otherwise, we have tunnel vision. The only thing we know and feel is love for this person whom we are told is not right for us.
Emily Bronte was only thirty when she died. She spent most of her life in the home that she was raised in. From what we know of her, she had no interest in men or marriage. But she still wrote Wuthering Heights , a multi-generational story of doomed young love.
Catherine and Heathcliff are siblings, sort of. Catherine is the natural daughter of the Earnshaw family, Heathcliff is the foundling brought to the Earnshaws by Catherine’s father. They are childhood playmates who will become teenage sweethearts. But the class system and the reality of life in Victorian England will separate them.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I think the same can be said about love. Sometimes when our love is tested, we find that it is stronger than we think it is. Time and again, Cathy and Heathcliff return to each other’s arms, despite the barriers in their way.
What can I say about Wuthering Heights? It’s romantic, dramatic and wild. It is a novel about love, but it is not prim and proper. It is primal, lusty and animalistic. Sometimes, as a reader, I don’t want prim and proper. I want to read a book that get my blood pumping and my imagination soaring.
Do I recommend this book? Absolutely.