You know how sometimes there's a film or book or record that you've heard about your entire life as being such a classic and then when you finally getting around to watching,reading, or listening to it you can't tell what all the fuss was about.... and it isn't that you didn't enjoy it or see some good qualities in it, you just don't see how it is ranked as one of the best ever? Well that sums up my feelings on Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.The story is fairly simple, yet the structure of the story and the way that everyone has multiple names which keep changing and are shared among each other made it a bit confusing to really get into. Basically this man adopts a boy, Heathcliff, and as they grow up he and the man's daughter, Catherine, fall in love with each other. Yet she marries their neighbor Edgar which causes Heathcliff out of spite to marry Edgar's sister. And from this point on everyone acts miserable all of the time and tries to destroy each others' lives. The story continues on with the kids from each pairing, who of course fall in love with each other but are made miserable by the feud between Edgar and Heathcliff.
I enjoyed Bronte's style even if the structure made it a bit confusing. I thought by introducing the children from the end of the story first made me unnecessarily try and figure out all of the relations between all of the characters right away. Also most of the characters were pretty unlikable. Catherine is a total brat, Heathcliff is incredibly selfish and is pretty much always being mean. At first I felt bad for Edgar and also Heathcliff's son, but by the end they both bugged me too. I'm going to have to give it a B+.
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