A review by pfracassi
Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

3.0

Rarely have I been angrier with a book than I was with this one. This book, if I understand correctly, is actually required reading in our educational institutions. This, I believe, is the number one reason why young adults do not continue to read once they leave school. To be frank, if I was given this book as a young person and told it was an example of one of the great novels of all time and it was demanded of me to read and attempt appreciation of it, I also would probably not be reading novels today. I would have said to myself what I recently said after finishing this...thing...that this book SUCKS. Forget for a moment the pointless, dreary story, the hateful, disturbingly shallow and completely unlikeable characters, the charade of a plot hiding behind the dusty veil of a supernatural love story, and just focus purely on the writing itself. The inexplicable narrative, the disastrously poor structure, the impossible to follow character dialogue...I mean, truly this book, written by the sibling of the great Charlotte, was given so much credence simply because it must have broken ground in the realm of bleak, inarticulate, poorly-structured story writing. I can imagine this book riding the tide of Frankenstein, much like teen vampire novels are riding the coattails of Twilight...I guess.

Look, the point is don't read this book. Don't recommend this book. And certainly, for the love of all that is holy, do not make kids read this book. After all, an illiterate world is a frightening thought, and this sorry excuse for a classic is just bad enough to destroy the future of mankind.