Today I finally (finally) finished reading the classic novel: Wuthering Heights. It was certainly better than Crime and Punishment, which admittedly, doesn’t take much. I appreciated how dark and dismal it all was. An alternate title would be: How to Raise a Child for the Sole Purpose of Scorning Someone you Quarreled with Decades Ago.
Almost every paragraph could have ended with either:
- And then they carried on with their bitter and despondent lives.
- And then Heathcliff punched someone else in the face.
Mrs. Nelly Dean might be the only likable character. Everyone else is petty, jealous, vengeful, and/or crazy. This made the story far more interesting than it would have been with a more politely reserved cast.
However, even though I planned on reading through the entire “100 Best Books” list, I think I’ll change course. I have dozens of books lining up that I actually want to read and it’s becoming difficult to justify reading old books I’d rather not push through.
Next I’ll be starting Little Brother by Cory Doctorow. I really enjoyed his Pirate Cinema so I’m looking forward to it.