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Bronte: Wuthering Heights by Hilda D. Spear
3.0
How do I even write about something that has been so widely acclaimed as one of the most quintessential works in World Literature? Let me put it anyway. Yes indeed, I have received mixed opinions on this book and I do believe this book is not for everyone, but hardly matters, nothing is for everyone. For me, it was really one of those books that invoked great emotions and intense feelings.
An elementary anecdote of two families bounded by some unalterable destiny. The narrative is fabricated on the pretext of a love interest between Catherine and Heathcliff - the central characters of the book. Both of them grotesque and completely unlikeable. They are simply unjustifiable, self-centered egomaniacs with almost all negative qualities that a human form has the capacity to imbibe in itself. Yet the emotional enormity evoked by their bittersweet love story is substantial and all-embracing. Their relationship ruins everything and everyone around them and their destructive actions are never thought of the consequences.
The mere objective of weaving a story concerning such ghastly characters as the main and central characters is in itself meritorious and captivating. The unapologetic writing of Bronte is compelling and to know something like this has been created in the 1800s is even more alluring. This is definitely no perfect book, I had my reservations in some parts of the book but it appears quite inconsequential now that I have completed it. You might just simply relish this book for what it has to offer or despise it for just the same reasons, but you can’t help but appreciate the quality and the hope Bronte’s writing kindles through Wuthering Heights.
An elementary anecdote of two families bounded by some unalterable destiny. The narrative is fabricated on the pretext of a love interest between Catherine and Heathcliff - the central characters of the book. Both of them grotesque and completely unlikeable. They are simply unjustifiable, self-centered egomaniacs with almost all negative qualities that a human form has the capacity to imbibe in itself. Yet the emotional enormity evoked by their bittersweet love story is substantial and all-embracing. Their relationship ruins everything and everyone around them and their destructive actions are never thought of the consequences.
The mere objective of weaving a story concerning such ghastly characters as the main and central characters is in itself meritorious and captivating. The unapologetic writing of Bronte is compelling and to know something like this has been created in the 1800s is even more alluring. This is definitely no perfect book, I had my reservations in some parts of the book but it appears quite inconsequential now that I have completed it. You might just simply relish this book for what it has to offer or despise it for just the same reasons, but you can’t help but appreciate the quality and the hope Bronte’s writing kindles through Wuthering Heights.