I am owning up to my literary crime now: I never read many classic novels as a child or teenager. This fact always makes me feel like a hack of an English Lit. student, but I'm currently attempting to rectifying this by expanding my classical reading horizons. Hence why I finally managed to finish Emily Bronte's tragic love story. It wasn't the book I was expecting after being inundated all my life with references to the book through different mediums and I'm still not sure whether I liked it or not.
Set in the Yorkshire moors, two family's whose lives are forever changed and interlinked by the arrival of an orphan only known as Heathcliff. I think I preferred the later half of the book, once I had gotten used to the style, but maybe once I get around to re-reading I may begin to see what everyone else does.
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