My all-time favorite book is… Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte!
I have always loved WUTHERING HEIGHTS by Emily Bronte as it stole my heart and mind at the age of 18. It taught me about the pitfalls of idealism and single-mindedness – two flaws I possessed as an adolescent and continue to struggle with today. I saw so much of myself in spoiled Catherine, and I longed for a mysterious dark Heathcliff to come my way even though my sensibilities warned me otherwise.
In the pit of my existence I am a hopeless Romantic and the pathos in this novel is evidenced in the quote where Heathcliff mourns the loss of Catherine: “… for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped in the flags! In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!” Ah, the intensity and melodrama of this Gothic tale stirs my heart, but it is also the intensely layered darkness and horror of these pathetic creatures that rapt my imagination. Ironically, I never really loved these anti-heroes or anti-heroines, but I connected to them, understood them. Furthermore, I loved the journey of Romanticism through the storytelling magic that the wildest Bronte sister weaved.
Notably, at the age of 18, the novel was a monumental challenge for me to comprehend in terms of historical thematic genre, narrative structure, and the stylistically poetic language of the 19th Century Romantic movement of literature, so it was such an accomplishment when I got through it and wrote an essay about it. Although I had always been a reader, this novel was painfully difficult, and I believe it is the book that made me fall in love with English as a subject to study with the mind, not just with the heart.
Reading Wuthering Heights helped me to find the confidence to pursue a life of academia and it was the beginning of my quest into the literary landscapes of Europe during the Romantic and Victorian Era of the 19th Century. It led me to the great Romantic poets, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (another absolute favourite), the other Bronte sisters, Thomas Hardy, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Wilke Collins, Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Twain, Ibsen, among many others. Ultimately, Wuthering Heights is the book that lured me into a literary realm where my mind and heart co-exist in the tumultuously transformational epic landscape of my imagination.