A review by thebookofdanny
Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, Tatiana M. Holway

4.0

Wuthering Heights is like a Mulholland Drive parched-angry wank, accompanied by neighbourhood gossip from an ageing dementia suffering girl from the Dream Phone game overheard on a party line. The book is more frenzied than the characters contained within.
The true hero of the novel is Nelly Dean. A woman who sasses those in her charge whilst totally failing to control them. How this woman kept her job for all those years is a lesson in covering one’s arse.