Wuthering Heights

A dramatic and classic tale of Victorian literature, quite a whirlwind from start to finish despite its plodding onward in drama. The psychological aspects of it were what made it so interesting, as well as Brontë's illicit and descriptive prose, although if I had been Lockwood, I would have departed from the Grange long before I ever learnt the history of the house. At times, the dramatics are so much, I think it more of a satire of the ideals of the time period, of romance and ghostliness and hauntings and madness, and that thought endears it to me. I found myself frustrated in parts of it, although the characters do not stray very far from their “I am irredeemable” pathways. And I liked the ending the best, how it's very circular. Read for the experience, not necessarily for the plot, as it's told in abstract and detached narratives - listening to another's account alongside Lockwood, for an example. It's made of a lot of telling as opposed to doing.