What You Learn From Reading Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights

This is a small compilation of what I learned from reading Wuthering Heights. 

1. It’s almost always okay to act like a complete bitch if you are a character of a literary classic. Apparently it makes you all the more desirable and multi-faceted as an individual. Thank you, Catherine, for helping all of us young girls become more high maintenance than we ought to be.

2.  The myth of bad boys being the ultimate chick magnet is reinforced a heck of a lot more by Heathcliff’s dark and brooding manner. This 1847 novel reveals that even back in the nineteenth century, nice guys still finished last.

3. For those Harry Potter fans that are obsessed with the Lily Potter and Severus Snape relationship, Wuthering Heights just makes the fangirling even more hardcore. We tear up when we read about Heathcliff seeing Catherine’s eyes in her daughter and we sob when we read of Professor Snape telling Harry he has his mother’s eyes. Or maybe that’s just me.

4. Unhealthy relationships that are tempermental, violent and obsessive/possessive make for a great read. Although, it would probably be best to avoid that in real life, Heathcliff and Catherine are glorified and placed on a pedestal in some interpretations.

5. You will never be able to understand Joseph no matter how hard you try. Period.

6. If anyone were to write another sappy love story that modernized the lines, “He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same,” it would turn into, “Oh my God!!! We’re like, perfect for each other. We are so totally made for one another, it’s insane. He completes me.” Thank goodness this book was written when sentences were thoughtfully created and people made everything sound elegant. Doesn’t hurt that its British too.

7. The first time you read through this book, there was a part of you that worried that Heathcliff would have a pedophiliac relationship with young Cathy Linton.

8. I have never seen a greater dislike or adoration for this novel. You either hate it to the point where burning the book would be suffice or hold it to your chest dearly while you cry tears of sorrow for the characters.

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