Wuthering Heights

No photo today for this book.

I really don't get Wuthering Heights. I picked it up to read a good githic novel. I vaguely remembered reading it when I was a teenager, but it didn't really leave a mark on me, so I decided to read it again.
I have now remembered why it didn't leave an impression. This book is horrible. I don't get the love story. I don't get the ghost story. It just seems like a long meandering family history. The family tree is so confusing and the names so similar that a family tree has to be provided at the beginning of the book. I was still referencing it during the last 30 pages of the book to remind myself who was who's kid.

I read the introduction in my edition and read a theory that Emily Bronte started it and that Charlotte Bronte finished it. I think I believe that this is a real possibility. The beginning of the novel is so all over the place and only about half way through does it seem to find it's style. There is less dialect in conversation, and the characters seem to start moving in a direction. There was a real line that was drawn thru the book and it could very well have been an author change. Add that to the fact that it was Charlotte that brought the book out after her sister's death and I don't see how Charlotte couldn't have added her own shine to her sister Emily's book. Without argument Charlotte was the more talented sister. It wasn't until just a couple of months ago that I read Jane Eyre for the first time and I can honestly say that it is one of the best books I have ever read.

I so wanted to love this book. It is beloved by so many and I wanted to love it too, but I just couldn't do it. maybe if I pick it up again in another 20 years it will strick a chord with me then, but so far I've got nothing for it.