Progress on Alternate: 46,038 words
Well, today I was just reading Wuthering Heights. Now, despite having read it before, when I hear ‘Wuthering Heights’ I still think of Kate Bush. Because it’s just… I don’t know. We all have this famous image of the lonely Heathcliff looking all wild and rugged traipsing the moors. Heathcliff has almost become an archetypal male character now. This brooding hero with a heavy soul.
And I respect that. I can see the beauty of the character, the beauty of the story, even. It’s just not, I suppose, ‘my genre’. Though if that’s the case, I’m not exactly sure which genre I should claim as my own.
I won’t write much more, simply because when you’re talking about a classic novel, everything you can say has been said a thousand times. No one needs to read a review of mine to help them decide whether to read Wuthering Heights. You either will or you won’t. I just think sometimes it’s nice to pass comment regardless.