Wuthering Heights , by Emily Brontë. Gothic romance endures in the haunting love story of stubborn, stormy Catherine and wild, dark Heathcliff. This is a classic tale of "what becomes of the brokenhearted who had love that's now departed," made all the more heartbreaking by the fact that Brontë died in 1848, just a year after the book was published.
Are you fine with this? I'm so NOT.
Wuthering Heights is not a love story. I read it when I was young and naive - when I was too ignorant to ask the question: if Heathcliff never laid a hand on Isabella as they claim, how the hell did she get knocked up?
BUT - I was still sober enough way back then to realise Wuthering Heights is an S&M novel. And Catherine Senior is the sexiest sadist ever in literature - not that it's a bad thing.
The next person to call Wuthering Heights a love story needs to be kicked in the teeth for sheer NOT GETTING IT!
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