Why I Won't Be Seeing "Wuthering Heights"
When I was in middle school, my grandmother gave me a copy of Wuthering Heights for my birthday or Christmas. She was pleased and encouraged by the fact that I read obsessively, but I think he wanted to curb my interest in trashy modern novels and improve my mind with the classics. I was young enough to have not heard of the book yet and I knew nothing about it. The synopsis on the back of the book wasn’t helpful. It merely said it was about the tumultuous romance between Catherine Earnshaw and the “swarthy Heathcliff”. It said the romance was complicated, but that’s all it told me. This is the actual copy she gave me. It took me a long time to decide I was willing to pick up this dense and mysterious novel, but once I did, I was caught in a world I didn’t expect. This love story wasn’t romantic. In fact, I couldn’t grasp its central characters at all given that I wasn’t inside their heads and I was only reading about their story through secondhand accounts. Then the story continued...