I don’t seem to do will with classics. Check out my category of “Books (not finished reading)” and you’ll find a lot of classics there.
Wuthering Heights is one of the most famous novels in English literature. I have tried several times to read it, and I usually get to about 10% before I toss it away – hopefully never to try again.
Recently I read The Lost Bookshop and Emily Bronte, the author of Wuthering Heights, is a central character in the plot development. Reading so much about Emily and her life and aspirations, I decided to dust off Wuthering Heights again and give it one more shot.
To no avail. I just cannot read that book. I just can’t make myself care about the characters and their challenges. This time I got to about 10% again, and I was relieved when I finally succumbed.
Books (not finished reading) do not get a rating in my reviews. The just live there and invite your comments.
Last night watched on TV another movie rendition of Wuthering (Withering…) as a high-art film — every shot could have been painted by Caravaggio — Chiaroscuro to the max. It was so unlike the book (but how would I know, I never read it… but saw other movie versions) it lost me. After half an hour, went to sleep. (I love sleeping to the TV… some shows have such creamy music I can’t help it.)