It took me a long time to get around to reading Wuthering Heights, and I have to admit, it was a slog. It’s not that I have anything against novels from that time period; I count Jane Eyre and the works of Jane Austen among my favorite books. But Wuthering Heights did not live up to its reputation. The characters were universally unlikeable and unsympathetic. The story was meandering and ultimately unfulfilling. And the “love story” - more of a story of unreasonable obsession - did not move me. So count me among the few who did not fall in love with this novel.

As with most classics, it took me about 100 pages to get into the story of Wuthering Heights, but by the last 150 pages I was totally hooked. It certainly isn’t a happy story, but it is told in an interesting manner and I kept wanting to know what would happen next.

Yay! I can finally check one more of the classics off my list.