This agreement was a mistake on my part. I remember reading it in high school, as I'm sure many of you did, and loving the book unconditionally. I should know better than to ruin good memories with adult reality.
I read Gone With the Wind in high school and HATED it. Got to about page 900 and skipped to the last chapter to see how it ended (I never skip to the end. Ever). I hated Scarlett that much. I refuse to read it as an adult.
How on earth could I have had any fond emotions for Heathcliff or Cathy?!? I can't even tell you how tempting it was to skip to the end of the book a little more than half way through. But I had to know if there were any redeeming characters in this novel. At all. Because the first half? Makes today's dysfuntional families look like Family Circus.
The book only got better the last tenth of it. I say tenth because I read it on the Kindle and have no clue about pages. And by better I mean that a lot of people died. Good riddance. And that the two people we're supposed to view as innocents who were never given a chance finally get their chance. Crap. The whole thing is crap.
That's about all the review you're going to get. A friend on FaceCrack said she read a book wherein the entire Wuthering Heights group goes into therapy. Would never happen. They were all too self-centered. None of them were interested in having anything to do with the outside world. None of them, Heathcliff especially, would have agreed to counseling. I guess it reminds me way too much of a life I left. Exponentially magnified. By a gazillion.
Only read this, as an adult, if you are feeling particularly blue and want to feel better, and if reading about people far more miserable than you makes you feel better.
Until I write again ...