One thing I've noticed whilst reading classics is when a chap writes a book it is supposedly fantastic, to a lot of modern day readers it can be as dull as a bag of daffodil bulbs, difficult to follow and after a while you feel like you are wading through sludge desperate to get to the end so you can say you finished it....I'm looking at you Mr Dickens. Because of this so many people don't give the classics a go. The few classics I've read written by Ladies (ladies writing books? outrageous, says 1840's me) have been a class above the others, the writing is so elegant, the characters are great and the words pull you right into the story. Wuthering Heights is stunning and one of the reasons why people really need to give the classics a go.

Emily bases the story between two houses on the moors up North, and it has a real feel of dystopia about it, the place is so desolate, the brief mentions of the nearest town doesn't feel real, these two families could easily be the last living humans alive, their self destructive tendencies makes them stand out even more. What it comes down to is Heathcliff is a bit of a dick, love can survive death and if you wanna live past your 40's then get a job as a servant. This book is my wife's favourite and I can see why, a thoroughly enjoyable read.

My copy of this book is amazing, one of the Penguin clothbound classics, designed by the author of the fox and the star, it looks beautiful and feels great too, each time I picked up the book I had to give the cover a stroke. I have 7 of these books now and will strive to collect them all as they will look so good in a bookcase.

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