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Cumbres borrascosas
LA HISTORIA DE AMOR QUE DESAFIÓ LAS NORMAS DE LA INGLATERRA VICTORIANA
Una de las obras maestras de la literatura universal en una edición de lujo para coleccionar
La imponente y atormentada figura de Heathcliff domina esta novela apasionada y tempestuosa, cuya sensibilidad se adelantó a su época. Los brumosos y sombríos páramos de Yorkshire sirven de escenario único para el desarrollo de una historia marcada por la venganza y el odio, por pasiones desbordadas y amores desesperados que trascienden la muerte. La intensa y tormentosa relación entre Heathcliff y Catherine impulsa toda la narració ambos personajes se ven arrastrados por una pasión que los lleva al límite, marcada por la búsqueda de venganza y una profunda infelicidad que sella su destino. Esta mezcla de amor, obsesión y sufrimiento da a la historia un carácter completamente original dentro de la literatura inglesa. Cumbres Borrascosasen una de las obras más singulares y fascinantes de todos los tiempos.
Una de las obras maestras de la literatura universal en una edición de lujo para coleccionar
La imponente y atormentada figura de Heathcliff domina esta novela apasionada y tempestuosa, cuya sensibilidad se adelantó a su época. Los brumosos y sombríos páramos de Yorkshire sirven de escenario único para el desarrollo de una historia marcada por la venganza y el odio, por pasiones desbordadas y amores desesperados que trascienden la muerte. La intensa y tormentosa relación entre Heathcliff y Catherine impulsa toda la narració ambos personajes se ven arrastrados por una pasión que los lleva al límite, marcada por la búsqueda de venganza y una profunda infelicidad que sella su destino. Esta mezcla de amor, obsesión y sufrimiento da a la historia un carácter completamente original dentro de la literatura inglesa. Cumbres Borrascosasen una de las obras más singulares y fascinantes de todos los tiempos.
379 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1847
About the author
Emily Brontë
1,905 books14.8k followersEmily Brontë was an English novelist and poet whose singular contribution to literature, Wuthering Heights, is now celebrated as one of the most powerful and original novels in the English language. Born into the remarkable Brontë family on 30 July 1818 in Thornton, Yorkshire, she was the fifth of six children of Maria Branwell and Patrick Brontë, an Irish clergyman. Her early life was marked by both intellectual curiosity and profound loss. After the death of her mother in 1821 and the subsequent deaths of her two eldest sisters in 1825, Emily and her surviving siblings— Charlotte, Anne, and Branwell—were raised in relative seclusion in the moorland village of Haworth, where their imaginations flourished in a household shaped by books, storytelling, and emotional intensity.
The Brontë children created elaborate fictional worlds, notably Angria and later Gondal, which served as an outlet for their creative energies. Emily, in particular, gravitated toward Gondal, a mysterious, windswept imaginary land she developed with her sister Anne. Her early poetry, much of it steeped in the mythology and characters of Gondal, demonstrated a remarkable lyrical force and emotional depth. These poems remained private until discovered by Charlotte in 1845, after which Emily reluctantly agreed to publish them in the 1846 collection Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, using the pseudonym Ellis Bell to conceal her gender. Though the volume sold few copies, critics identified Emily’s poems as the strongest in the collection, lauding her for their music, power, and visionary quality.
Emily was intensely private and reclusive by nature. She briefly attended schools in Cowan Bridge and Roe Head but was plagued by homesickness and preferred the solitude of the Yorkshire moors, which inspired much of her work. She worked briefly as a teacher but found the demands of the profession exhausting. She also studied in Brussels with Charlotte in 1842, but again found herself alienated and yearning for home. Throughout her life, Emily remained closely bonded with her siblings, particularly Anne, and with the landscape of Haworth, where she drew on the raw, untamed beauty of the moors for both her poetry and her fiction.
Her only novel, Wuthering Heights, was published in 1847, a year after the poetry collection, under her pseudonym Ellis Bell. Initially met with a mixture of admiration and shock, the novel’s structure, emotional intensity, and portrayal of violent passion and moral ambiguity stood in stark contrast to the conventions of Victorian fiction. Many readers, unable to reconcile its power with the expected gentility of a woman writer, assumed it had been written by a man. The novel tells the story of Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw—two characters driven by obsessive love, cruelty, and vengeance—and explores themes of nature, the supernatural, and the destructive power of unresolved emotion. Though controversial at the time, Wuthering Heights is now considered a landmark in English literature, acclaimed for its originality, psychological insight, and poetic vision.
Emily's personality has been the subject of much speculation, shaped in part by her sister Charlotte’s later writings and by Victorian biographies that often sought to romanticize or domesticate her character. While some accounts depict her as intensely shy and austere, others highlight her fierce independence, deep empathy with animals, and profound inner life. She is remembered as a solitary figure, closely attuned to the rhythms of the natural world, with a quiet but formidable intellect and a passion for truth and freedom. Her dog, Keeper, was a constant companion and, according to many, a window into her capacity for fierce, loyal love.
Emily Brontë died of tuberculosis on 19 December 1848 at the age of thirty, just a year after the publication of her novel. Her early death, following those of her brother Branwell and soon to
The Brontë children created elaborate fictional worlds, notably Angria and later Gondal, which served as an outlet for their creative energies. Emily, in particular, gravitated toward Gondal, a mysterious, windswept imaginary land she developed with her sister Anne. Her early poetry, much of it steeped in the mythology and characters of Gondal, demonstrated a remarkable lyrical force and emotional depth. These poems remained private until discovered by Charlotte in 1845, after which Emily reluctantly agreed to publish them in the 1846 collection Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, using the pseudonym Ellis Bell to conceal her gender. Though the volume sold few copies, critics identified Emily’s poems as the strongest in the collection, lauding her for their music, power, and visionary quality.
Emily was intensely private and reclusive by nature. She briefly attended schools in Cowan Bridge and Roe Head but was plagued by homesickness and preferred the solitude of the Yorkshire moors, which inspired much of her work. She worked briefly as a teacher but found the demands of the profession exhausting. She also studied in Brussels with Charlotte in 1842, but again found herself alienated and yearning for home. Throughout her life, Emily remained closely bonded with her siblings, particularly Anne, and with the landscape of Haworth, where she drew on the raw, untamed beauty of the moors for both her poetry and her fiction.
Her only novel, Wuthering Heights, was published in 1847, a year after the poetry collection, under her pseudonym Ellis Bell. Initially met with a mixture of admiration and shock, the novel’s structure, emotional intensity, and portrayal of violent passion and moral ambiguity stood in stark contrast to the conventions of Victorian fiction. Many readers, unable to reconcile its power with the expected gentility of a woman writer, assumed it had been written by a man. The novel tells the story of Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw—two characters driven by obsessive love, cruelty, and vengeance—and explores themes of nature, the supernatural, and the destructive power of unresolved emotion. Though controversial at the time, Wuthering Heights is now considered a landmark in English literature, acclaimed for its originality, psychological insight, and poetic vision.
Emily's personality has been the subject of much speculation, shaped in part by her sister Charlotte’s later writings and by Victorian biographies that often sought to romanticize or domesticate her character. While some accounts depict her as intensely shy and austere, others highlight her fierce independence, deep empathy with animals, and profound inner life. She is remembered as a solitary figure, closely attuned to the rhythms of the natural world, with a quiet but formidable intellect and a passion for truth and freedom. Her dog, Keeper, was a constant companion and, according to many, a window into her capacity for fierce, loyal love.
Emily Brontë died of tuberculosis on 19 December 1848 at the age of thirty, just a year after the publication of her novel. Her early death, following those of her brother Branwell and soon to
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March 27, 2026
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte is one of The Best Books of All Time as complied by the most significant writers for The Bokklubben, it is also one of The 1,000 Novels Everyone Must Read, and it is also ranked 15th on The Greatest Books of All Time site…notwithstanding all that, it is not one of my favorites, and the recent adaptation for the big screen written and directed by Emerald Fennell does not help at all – you find thousands of reviews of magnum opera from the aforementioned lists, plus notes on films from The New York times’ Best 1,000 Movies Ever Made and other pages on my blog https://realinibarzoi.blogspot.com/20... and YouTube page, in case you are interested
7 out of 10
Wuthering Heights https://realinibarzoi.blogspot.com/20... is a compelling, classic chef d’oeuvre, a newer site, for The Greatest Books of All Time, which uses smart algorithms, presumably looking over the net at the most important charts, has placed this novel as high as the fifteenth place
The caveat is that one will come with (too) high expectations, besides, there are things in the magnum opus that surely disagree with a number of readers, Cathy comes back as a ghost – though not in the most recent adaptation…by the way, this note refers to the movie more, though I am not sure what the percentage would be
Emerald Fennell has adapted Wuthering Heights, and has eliminated a part of it, which is not the main issue I have here, she is an extremely talented film maker https://realinibarzoi.blogspot.com/20... Saltburn proves that
Saltburn may be going a bit far for conservative – maybe reactionary, passe, retrograde – cinephiles like yours truly, Barry Keoghan has the leading role (this thespian is surely going to take a couple of Oscars in the future) and he performs cunnilingus on a menstruating character and then licks the last drops from the bath where another had been…
The trouble with Fennell’s Wuthering Heights is that the acting does not overwhelm – this being a personal view, it is flawed, albeit critics did not like it either, the Metascore is a paltry 55 – it feels false, especially for Margot Robbie, who is on top of her game, what with the success of Barbie, a fantastic achievement
‘Denis Diderot's "Paradox of the Actor" argues that great actors should not experience the emotions they portray, but rather display them through skill and control…Diderot presents a revolutionary theory of acting. He posits that great actors must possess judgment and intellectual control over their emotions, rather than being swayed by them
That is not from https://realinibarzoi.blogspot.com/20... Jacques Le Fataliste, but the latter is also included in the above mentioned Best 100 Books of All Time list…there are lavish settings in this film, however, that contributes to the feeling of pomposity, inauthentic narrative
‘Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments’ this line from a Shakespeare sonnet https://realinibarzoi.blogspot.com/20... may be relevant here, for something interferes and then that admirable, amorous feeling brings death and destruction
7 out of 10
Wuthering Heights https://realinibarzoi.blogspot.com/20... is a compelling, classic chef d’oeuvre, a newer site, for The Greatest Books of All Time, which uses smart algorithms, presumably looking over the net at the most important charts, has placed this novel as high as the fifteenth place
The caveat is that one will come with (too) high expectations, besides, there are things in the magnum opus that surely disagree with a number of readers, Cathy comes back as a ghost – though not in the most recent adaptation…by the way, this note refers to the movie more, though I am not sure what the percentage would be
Emerald Fennell has adapted Wuthering Heights, and has eliminated a part of it, which is not the main issue I have here, she is an extremely talented film maker https://realinibarzoi.blogspot.com/20... Saltburn proves that
Saltburn may be going a bit far for conservative – maybe reactionary, passe, retrograde – cinephiles like yours truly, Barry Keoghan has the leading role (this thespian is surely going to take a couple of Oscars in the future) and he performs cunnilingus on a menstruating character and then licks the last drops from the bath where another had been…
The trouble with Fennell’s Wuthering Heights is that the acting does not overwhelm – this being a personal view, it is flawed, albeit critics did not like it either, the Metascore is a paltry 55 – it feels false, especially for Margot Robbie, who is on top of her game, what with the success of Barbie, a fantastic achievement
‘Denis Diderot's "Paradox of the Actor" argues that great actors should not experience the emotions they portray, but rather display them through skill and control…Diderot presents a revolutionary theory of acting. He posits that great actors must possess judgment and intellectual control over their emotions, rather than being swayed by them
That is not from https://realinibarzoi.blogspot.com/20... Jacques Le Fataliste, but the latter is also included in the above mentioned Best 100 Books of All Time list…there are lavish settings in this film, however, that contributes to the feeling of pomposity, inauthentic narrative
‘Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments’ this line from a Shakespeare sonnet https://realinibarzoi.blogspot.com/20... may be relevant here, for something interferes and then that admirable, amorous feeling brings death and destruction
February 9, 2026
lol at the version of this book on Goodreads 😂😂😂
June 7, 2021
ماذا عساني ان اقول ؟
اتذكر قرات الكتاب وكان عمري ١٤ -١٥ سنه ... لا يمكنني ان انسى المشاعر الضخمة الذي تركه هذا الكتاب بداخلي لقد حرك اعماق اعماقي شعرت بان شيء بارد يسري في جسدي اثر فيني الكتاب كثيرا اعجبت بكل شخصيات ... حتى كاثرين الام على الرغم بضاعتها الا اني لم استطع ان اكرهها
اتذكر قرات الكتاب وكان عمري ١٤ -١٥ سنه ... لا يمكنني ان انسى المشاعر الضخمة الذي تركه هذا الكتاب بداخلي لقد حرك اعماق اعماقي شعرت بان شيء بارد يسري في جسدي اثر فيني الكتاب كثيرا اعجبت بكل شخصيات ... حتى كاثرين الام على الرغم بضاعتها الا اني لم استطع ان اكرهها
December 31, 2020
قرأتها على مضض. رواية مرهقة تبعث الغيظ في النفس. تمنيت موت جميع أبطالها لقباحة وتفاهة أفعالهم.
September 6, 2023
Definitely a classic, amazing writing and a great story
January 16, 2026
3 sterren voor de eerste helft.
February 21, 2026
I had no idea what to expect listening to this book- it was not what I expected at all! I had troubles for the first while following what was happening with the old English style of speaking- but chat gpt got me through with some chapter summaries. I didn’t feel an attachment to really any of the characters, however it kept me interested enough to finish it to the end.
⭐️Side note: I am glad I read the book before seeing the movie-
⭐️Side note: I am glad I read the book before seeing the movie-
March 3, 2026
Nadie me ha caído bien en esta historia, son moralmente cuestionables y hay una falta de amor y cariño descomunal, así que tampoco me sorprende la personalidad de los personajes.
No entiendo por qué se habla de esta historia como una historia de amor, esperaba otra cosa, me ha parecido estar llena de relaciones y vínculos tóxicos.
Elena como narradora principal me ha gustado, contándolo todo como si fuera gossip girl y pensando todo el rato "esta puta niña" de Catalina, same Nelly, same.
Y a pesar de todo me ha mantenido con ganas de leer, al principio me resultó un poco denso pero después genial. Muy dinámico y entretenido para la época
No entiendo por qué se habla de esta historia como una historia de amor, esperaba otra cosa, me ha parecido estar llena de relaciones y vínculos tóxicos.
Elena como narradora principal me ha gustado, contándolo todo como si fuera gossip girl y pensando todo el rato "esta puta niña" de Catalina, same Nelly, same.
Y a pesar de todo me ha mantenido con ganas de leer, al principio me resultó un poco denso pero después genial. Muy dinámico y entretenido para la época
March 25, 2026
Really struggling with this. Now Cathy has died, I don't think there is anyone left to like in the story. Reading this again with adult eyes had really made me feel differently about it. Cathy and Heathcliff are actually quite insufferable. I can't really stand them. But 16 year old me reading it for the first time thought it was an amazing love story! What a difference a couple of decades makes to a reader!
September 6, 2026
Wow! Whoever said this book is a story of savage passions wasn't kidding! Heathcliffe was a horrible horrible person. He was the ultimate villain of any story in my opinion. And Catherine Earnshaw/Linton.... I can't make up my mind if she was downright bad or just headstrong and foolish.... this book had me reading late into the night, and when I got close to the end I couldn't put it down. My heart bled for the younger Cathy ( the daughter of older Catherine). It almost caused me physical pain to read everything that she was forced to go through. I grieved for her and Edgar while raging helplessly at Heathcliffe. All in all a splendid read. A wild and unrelenting tale.
July 30, 2026
Was weer even worstelen met het dialect en sommige woordenschat, maar toch verbazingwekkend hoe een 180 jaar oud verhaal je helemaal mee die tijd in kan zuigen.
Emily Brontë was 28 jaar toen ze dit schreef; op 30-jarige leeftijd overleed ze aan tuberculose. Een hele andere wereld en toch... de menselijke psyche was en blijft irrationeel en ondoorgrondelijk.
Emily Brontë was 28 jaar toen ze dit schreef; op 30-jarige leeftijd overleed ze aan tuberculose. Een hele andere wereld en toch... de menselijke psyche was en blijft irrationeel en ondoorgrondelijk.
April 12, 2026
great classic, a little hard to get into at the beginning
March 16, 2026
great writing style, but the story itself is so wrong and so sick, that I felt sick while reading.
March 13, 2026
This is one of those books where I gave it four stars even though it is objectively a five-star piece of literature. The writing is incredible. Like genuinely fantastic. But reading it was also… a deeply unpleasant experience. Which I know is kind of the point, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t suffer a little while getting through it.
It took me a minute to get used to the writing style, but once I got into it, I was IN. The drama in this book??? The tea??? Absolutely relentless. Every time you think things cannot possibly get worse, someone does something even more unhinged.
And the characters… oh my God. These are some of the worst people I have ever read about in my life. And yes, that includes Catherine. I truly do not understand the whole “bring back men who yearn” thing people say about Heathcliff. That man was not romantic. He was a straight-up weirdo psychopath. If I were Catherine I would have called the cops on that man immediately.
Now to be fair, I do appreciate how the book explores how cruelty, classism, and racism can shape a person. Heathcliff was clearly treated horribly and dehumanized from the moment he arrived, and you can absolutely see how that kind of treatment twisted him into the person he became. I get it. I really do. But GODAMN that man took the hater energy to levels I have never seen before.
I also loved how messy and brutal the themes are—obsession, revenge, pride, social status, generational trauma. Everyone is miserable and determined to make everyone else miserable too.
One thing I will say: I genuinely think this book might be better as an audiobook. Because for the life of me I could not understand what that religious freak Joseph, was saying. Hearing someone perform it actually made it make sense.
Overall, fantastic writing, incredible drama, deeply unwell characters. I’m glad I read it, and I’ll definitely be reading more Brontë in the future.
It took me a minute to get used to the writing style, but once I got into it, I was IN. The drama in this book??? The tea??? Absolutely relentless. Every time you think things cannot possibly get worse, someone does something even more unhinged.
And the characters… oh my God. These are some of the worst people I have ever read about in my life. And yes, that includes Catherine. I truly do not understand the whole “bring back men who yearn” thing people say about Heathcliff. That man was not romantic. He was a straight-up weirdo psychopath. If I were Catherine I would have called the cops on that man immediately.
Now to be fair, I do appreciate how the book explores how cruelty, classism, and racism can shape a person. Heathcliff was clearly treated horribly and dehumanized from the moment he arrived, and you can absolutely see how that kind of treatment twisted him into the person he became. I get it. I really do. But GODAMN that man took the hater energy to levels I have never seen before.
I also loved how messy and brutal the themes are—obsession, revenge, pride, social status, generational trauma. Everyone is miserable and determined to make everyone else miserable too.
One thing I will say: I genuinely think this book might be better as an audiobook. Because for the life of me I could not understand what that religious freak Joseph, was saying. Hearing someone perform it actually made it make sense.
Overall, fantastic writing, incredible drama, deeply unwell characters. I’m glad I read it, and I’ll definitely be reading more Brontë in the future.
April 8, 2026
Going into this book, my only understanding of the novel came from the trailer for the new Wuthering Heights movie starring Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi. So it’s easy to say I had no real perception of what this book had in store. Man, oh man, was it such a treat!! I absolutely loved reading this novel and escaping into its complex dynamics of love and loss, passion and revenge. Officially an Emily Brontë Stan. 12/10 highly recommend!!!
January 19, 2026
A lot of things I wasn’t expecting…mainly to do with cousin love, multi-generational trauma, and character deaths happening in one to two lines. Prose was beautiful though and the toxic pair felt salaciously delicious—the abuse, not so much. 👻/10
November 23, 2025
I have the strong feeling that people that call this a gothic romance is because they never finished it.
January 10, 2026
It was a pain to finish this book. I just didn't like it. It is full of hysterical characters, behaving in a spoiled way moment after moment.
February 8, 2026
Shocked i loved this. But I loved this. I’m sure anything I say has already been said… but damn these are some crazy people doing crazy shit.
February 11, 2026
3.75 ⭐️
I want to like this book, I love the way it’s written, I just don’t love it. I like it! But I don’t love it
I want to like this book, I love the way it’s written, I just don’t love it. I like it! But I don’t love it
May 8, 2026
Alla är så otrevliga och elaka mot varandra. Heathclif är ett våldsamt rövhål.
March 26, 2026
I finally read this classic, and I found it disturbing on several levels. I appreciate Bronte's take on society as she knew it, but she does make it all seem so bleak and hopeless and cruel.
April 22, 2026
قريت النسخة المبسطة للأطفال بالانجليزيه مع الصور
ومع ذلك كانت اللغة جدًا صعبة
احس م راح اقرأ كتاب كلاسيك بلغتها الأم واجد صعبه علي
بس النسخة المترجمة للعربيه كانت جدًا ممتازة
ومع ذلك كانت اللغة جدًا صعبة
احس م راح اقرأ كتاب كلاسيك بلغتها الأم واجد صعبه علي
بس النسخة المترجمة للعربيه كانت جدًا ممتازة
May 25, 2026
This is part 2 of my Wuthering Heights review.
Emily Bronte is one of the best writers of all time. I like to annotate my books, and from the first page I found myself bracketing paragraphs and underlining lines excessively, to the point where mid-book I started circling entire page numbers. I had to give up because the entire book is worth highlighting.
This book also has an absolutely insane storyline. There were people fighting with knives, children being dropped from banisters and being accidentally saved, supernatural elements with dreams and ghosts, etc. As long as this review is, nothing could fully encapsulate the wild ride that is Wuthering Heights. Read it for yourself.
I will use this review to share some of my favorite scenes and excerpts from the book. Well, I have 15 pages in my Google Docs full of my favorite excerpts, so these are my favorite favorites.
Lockwood:
Lockwood calls the area where Thrushcross Grange and Wuthering Heights sit “a perfect misanthropist’s Heaven” and declares that “Mr Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.”
Lockwood’s endless faux pas at the beginning are quite humorous as well. After his unpleasant experiences with Heathcliff he says “I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.”
Nelly’s descriptions of Catherine and Heathcliff as children:
“She was much too fond of Heathcliff. The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him…”
Heathcliff would do anything for her: “how the boy would do her bidding in anything, and his only when it suited his own inclination.”
They are inseparable. They are everything to each other. They are both irreverent and naughty. They throw their Bibles into the dog kennel. They run off to the moors.
“But it was one of their chief amusements to run away to the moors in the morning and remain there all day, and the after punishment grew a mere thing to laugh at. [...] they forgot everything the minute they were together again: at least the minute they had contrived some naughty plan of revenge…”
When Catherine is injured and is taken in by the Lintons as a result, Heathcliff says:
“...kindling a spark of spirit in the vacant blue eyes of the Lintons—a dim reflection from her own enchanting face. I saw they were full of stupid admiration; she is so immeasurably superior to them—to everybody on earth, is she not, Nelly?”
Edgar’s unshakeable love for Catherine:
Edgar Linton’s parents both died of the fever that Catherine gave them and he still loves Catherine the same…
“Edgar Linton, as multitudes have been before and will be after him, was infatuated: and believed himself the happiest man alive on the day he led her to Gimmerton Chapel, three years subsequent to his father’s death.”
Catherine says, “I have such faith in Linton’s love, that I believe I might kill him, and he wouldn’t wish to retaliate.”
Confession scene:
This is one of the best-written scenes in all of literature, and has some of the most beautiful lines ever written in the English language.
Catherine confesses to Nelly that she has accepted a marriage proposal from Edgar. She says that she loves him because he is handsome, cheerful, pleasant to be with, young, he loves her, he will be rich, she would like to be the greatest woman in the neighborhood, and she would be proud of having such a husband.
“Where is the obstacle?” she asks.
“‘Here! and Here!’ replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead, and the other on her breast: ‘in whichever place the soul lives. In my soul and in my heart, I’m convinced I’m wrong!’”
“‘If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable.’ ‘Because you are not fit to go there,’ I answered. ‘All sinners would be miserable in heaven.’ ‘But it is not for that. I dreamt once that I was there.’”
“…heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.”
“I’ve no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn’t have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.”
Heathcliff leaves after hearing the degradation line so never hears that Catherine loves him.
Catherine says nothing can separate her and Heathcliff:
“Who is to separate us, pray? […] Not as long as I live, Ellen: for no mortal creature. Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff.”
“My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff’s miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don’t talk of our separation again.”
Heathcliff on Catherine’s deathbed scene:
“He neither spoke nor loosed his hold for some five minutes, during which period he bestowed more kisses than ever he gave in his life before…”
“‘Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?’ was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair. And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did not melt.”
Catherine says that Heathcliff and Edgar have killed her and curses Heathcliff to suffer in her absence. She rips his hair out as he tries to stand.
“Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me? [...] Catherine, you know that I could as soon forget you as my existence! Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?”
“I’m not wishing you greater torment than I have, Heathcliff. I only wish us never to be parted: and should a word of mine distress you hereafter, think I feel the same distress underground…”
“Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you—oh, God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?’”
Edgar comes home but Heathcliff refuses to leave.
“If he shot me so, I’d expire with a blessing on my lips.”
Catherine delivers her baby and then dies. It’s crazy that she’s been pregnant throughout all of this.
The characters soon learn that death is merciful and the living are the unlucky ones.
After Catherine’s death:
I enjoy Nelly’s descriptions of the peace of death:
“I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death […] I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break…”
Heathcliff is not so soothed:
“Her life closed in a gentle dream—may she wake as kindly in the other world!” Nelly says.
“‘May she wake in torment!’ he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. ‘Why, she’s a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered dohaunt their murderers. [...] Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’”
After Catherine dies, her body lays in an open casket. She has a locket on her neck with a lock of Edgar’s hair inside. Nelly opens the window for Heathcliff to sneak in, and she later discovers that he has come and discarded Edgar’s hair and replaced it with a lock of his own. She twists the locks of Edgar and Heathcliff’s hair together and places them in the locket.
This is one of the most powerful images of the book to me—Catherine being buried with her two lovers’ hair intertwined in her locket.
Burial:
Catherine is buried on a wild plot of land, symbolizing her resistance to being owned by either family which claimed to own her:
“The place of Catherine’s interment, to the surprise of the villagers, was neither in the chapel under the carved monument of the Lintons, nor yet by the tombs of her own relations, outside. It was dug on a green slope in a corner of the kirk-yard, where the wall is so low that heath and bilberry-plants have climbed over it from the moor...”
Once Edgar dies, he is buried by Catherine’s side. Later Heathcliff bribes the sexton to dig up Catherine’s grave, and he looks upon her face. In a fit of passion, he knocks one side of the coffin off (the side not facing Edgar) and requests to be buried next to her, with his coffin open on her side, so they can be together in death. Heathcliff’s wishes are eventually honored. I think this is the perfect representation of the love triangle. Catherine laying in the middle of her two lovers. She has Edgar on one side, buried as man and wife next to each other, and Heathcliff on the other side, with no separation between them, as each other.
Nelly asks: “Were you not ashamed to disturb the dead?”
“I disturbed nobody, Nelly […] and I gave some ease to myself. I shall be a great deal more comfortable now; and you’ll have a better chance of keeping me underground, when I get there. Disturbed her? No! she has disturbed me, night and day, through eighteen years—incessantly—remorselessly— till yesternight— and yesternight I was tranquil. I dreamt I was sleeping the last sleep by that sleeper, with my heart stopped and my cheek frozen against hers.”
“And if she had been dissolved into earth, or worse, what would you have dreamt of then?”
“Of dissolving with her, and being more happy still!”
This is not the first time Heathcliff has done this. On the day Catherine was buried, he dug up her grave.
“I’ll have her in my arms again!” He was prevented from opening the lid by a visit from her ghost, a sigh in his ear. He realizes that she will haunt him, and he is relieved but also driven mad by it.
He says that she has been torturing him from beyond the grave by visiting him but never revealing herself:
“I looked round impatiently—I felt her by me—I could almost see her, and yet I could not! I ought to have sweat blood then, from the anguish of my yearning from the fervour of my supplications to have but one glimpse! I had not one. She showed herself, as she often was in life, a devil to me! And, since then, sometimes more and some times less, I’ve been the sport of that intolerable torture! Infernal!”
“It was a strange way of killing: not by inches, but by fractions of hairbreadths, to beguile me with the spectre of a hope through eighteen years!”
I knew the book was going to contain lots of Heathcliff’s yearning for Catherine, I just didn’t realize it would be mostly after she had died. And then there’s the next generation of yearning…
Catherine’s daughter, Cathy:
Edgar and Cathy have a great relationship. They are the most important people in the world to each other.
“For a few days, I said, he seemed regardless of the puny successor to the departed: that coldness melted as fast as snow in April, and ere the tiny thing could stammer a word or totter a step it wielded a despot’s sceptre in his heart.”
He loves Cathy because she reminds him of Catherine.
Ellen notes that both Hindley and Edgar lost their wives and were left with their child, but Edgar is good-natured and Hindley is bad-natured, and they chose their own fates; Edgar’s was happiness, Hindley’s was despair.
Edgar dies peacefully, his last words being “I am going to her, and you, darling child, shall come to us.”
Cathy and Linton:
Cathy says, “He’s a pretty little darling when he’s good. I’d make such a pet of him, if he were mine.”
They exchange love letters. Nelly is against it because she knows Heathcliff’s evil plan to marry the two to gain the Lintons’ fortune, so she burns the letters in the fire in front of Cathy while she cries.
Sad as this is, Cathy and Linton are not actually meant for each other. This scene perfectly represents how her wild Earnshaw nature and his feeble Linton nature contradict (Hareton’s Earnshaw nature suits her better…):
“One time, however, we were near quarrelling. He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, [...] and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly. That was his most perfect idea of heaven’s happiness: mine was rocking in a rustling green tree, with a west wind blowing, and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above; [...] larks [...] pouring out music on every side [...] the whole world awake and wild with joy. He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine...”
They find Catherine and Heathcliff’s old toys, and Cathy chooses C and tries to give Linton the H, after their names, but Linton doesn’t like it, symbolic of how they do not have a connection like the original Catherine and Heathcliff.
Cathy and Hareton:
Hareton is instantly captivated by Cathy: “He could not stand a steady gaze from her eyes, though they were just his own.” They have the same Earnshaw eyes because they are cousins, but it’s also symbolic of how they are the same in their souls. He has presumably never seen a girl of his age before, and she is like an exotic bird to him. There is one scene where he is so mesmerized by her hair that he strokes one lock unconsciously, to her disgust.
She mocks him for his illiteracy, even after he makes an earnest attempt to learn to write to impress her, which forms a hatred between them. Heathcliff has attempted to raise Hareton as a complete brute, and Edgar has raised Cathy to be a perfect gentlewoman, so they despise each other. Cathy eventually realizes how arrogant she was to judge him, and gifts him a book and teaches him to read.
The passage which showcases Hareton’s transformation and their love is one of my favorites, narrated by Lockwood:
“‘Con-trary!’ said a voice as sweet as a silver bell—‘That for the third time, you dunce! I’m not going to tell you again—Recollect, or I’ll pull your hair!’ ‘Contrary, then,’ answered another, in deep but softened tones. ‘And now, kiss me, for minding so well.’ ‘No, read it over first correctly, without a single mistake.’ The male speaker began to read—he was a young man, respectably dressed and seated at a table, having a book before him. His handsome features glowed with pleasure, and his eyes kept impatiently wandering from the page to a small white hand over his shoulder, which recalled him by a smart slap on the cheek, whenever its owner detected such signs of inattention. Its owner stood behind; her light, shining ringlets blending, at intervals, with his brown looks, as she bent to superintend his studies; and her face—it was lucky he could not see her face, or he would never have been so steady…”
“The task was done, not free from further blunders; but the pupil claimed a reward, and received at least five kisses; which, however, he generously returned. Then they came to the door, and from their conversation I judged they were about to issue out and have a walk on the moors.”
“‘They are afraid of nothing,’ I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. ‘Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions.’ As they stepped on to the door-stones, and halted to take a last look at the moon or, more correctly, at each other by her light…”
Heathcliff has tried to hate Hareton, because he is the son of Hindley, his mortal enemy. However, he finds only a reflection of Catherine and himself in Hareton, to his distress. When Heathcliff discovers the couple in love, they look up at him, both with the eyes of Catherine Earnshaw, which disarms him and completely erases his desire to enact revenge on them. He resigns himself to death to be with Catherine.
Heathcliff’s death:
In Heathcliff’s final moments, all he can think about is Catherine.
“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!”
Heathcliff is ready to die and be reunited with her: “Last night I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven.”
He paces around muttering Catherine’s name “coupled with some wild term of endearment or suffering; and spoken as one would speak to a person present; low and earnest, and wrung from the depth of his soul.”
Nelly says they should call for a minister to save his soul lest he go to Hell for the life he’s lived. Heathcliff responds:
“No minister need come; nor need anything be said over me. I tell you I have nearly attained my heaven; and that of others is altogether unvalued and uncoveted by me.”
Emily Bronte is one of the best writers of all time. I like to annotate my books, and from the first page I found myself bracketing paragraphs and underlining lines excessively, to the point where mid-book I started circling entire page numbers. I had to give up because the entire book is worth highlighting.
This book also has an absolutely insane storyline. There were people fighting with knives, children being dropped from banisters and being accidentally saved, supernatural elements with dreams and ghosts, etc. As long as this review is, nothing could fully encapsulate the wild ride that is Wuthering Heights. Read it for yourself.
I will use this review to share some of my favorite scenes and excerpts from the book. Well, I have 15 pages in my Google Docs full of my favorite excerpts, so these are my favorite favorites.
Lockwood:
Lockwood calls the area where Thrushcross Grange and Wuthering Heights sit “a perfect misanthropist’s Heaven” and declares that “Mr Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.”
Lockwood’s endless faux pas at the beginning are quite humorous as well. After his unpleasant experiences with Heathcliff he says “I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.”
Nelly’s descriptions of Catherine and Heathcliff as children:
“She was much too fond of Heathcliff. The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him…”
Heathcliff would do anything for her: “how the boy would do her bidding in anything, and his only when it suited his own inclination.”
They are inseparable. They are everything to each other. They are both irreverent and naughty. They throw their Bibles into the dog kennel. They run off to the moors.
“But it was one of their chief amusements to run away to the moors in the morning and remain there all day, and the after punishment grew a mere thing to laugh at. [...] they forgot everything the minute they were together again: at least the minute they had contrived some naughty plan of revenge…”
When Catherine is injured and is taken in by the Lintons as a result, Heathcliff says:
“...kindling a spark of spirit in the vacant blue eyes of the Lintons—a dim reflection from her own enchanting face. I saw they were full of stupid admiration; she is so immeasurably superior to them—to everybody on earth, is she not, Nelly?”
Edgar’s unshakeable love for Catherine:
Edgar Linton’s parents both died of the fever that Catherine gave them and he still loves Catherine the same…
“Edgar Linton, as multitudes have been before and will be after him, was infatuated: and believed himself the happiest man alive on the day he led her to Gimmerton Chapel, three years subsequent to his father’s death.”
Catherine says, “I have such faith in Linton’s love, that I believe I might kill him, and he wouldn’t wish to retaliate.”
Confession scene:
This is one of the best-written scenes in all of literature, and has some of the most beautiful lines ever written in the English language.
Catherine confesses to Nelly that she has accepted a marriage proposal from Edgar. She says that she loves him because he is handsome, cheerful, pleasant to be with, young, he loves her, he will be rich, she would like to be the greatest woman in the neighborhood, and she would be proud of having such a husband.
“Where is the obstacle?” she asks.
“‘Here! and Here!’ replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead, and the other on her breast: ‘in whichever place the soul lives. In my soul and in my heart, I’m convinced I’m wrong!’”
“‘If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable.’ ‘Because you are not fit to go there,’ I answered. ‘All sinners would be miserable in heaven.’ ‘But it is not for that. I dreamt once that I was there.’”
“…heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.”
“I’ve no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn’t have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.”
Heathcliff leaves after hearing the degradation line so never hears that Catherine loves him.
Catherine says nothing can separate her and Heathcliff:
“Who is to separate us, pray? […] Not as long as I live, Ellen: for no mortal creature. Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff.”
“My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff’s miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don’t talk of our separation again.”
Heathcliff on Catherine’s deathbed scene:
“He neither spoke nor loosed his hold for some five minutes, during which period he bestowed more kisses than ever he gave in his life before…”
“‘Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?’ was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair. And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did not melt.”
Catherine says that Heathcliff and Edgar have killed her and curses Heathcliff to suffer in her absence. She rips his hair out as he tries to stand.
“Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me? [...] Catherine, you know that I could as soon forget you as my existence! Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?”
“I’m not wishing you greater torment than I have, Heathcliff. I only wish us never to be parted: and should a word of mine distress you hereafter, think I feel the same distress underground…”
“Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you—oh, God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?’”
Edgar comes home but Heathcliff refuses to leave.
“If he shot me so, I’d expire with a blessing on my lips.”
Catherine delivers her baby and then dies. It’s crazy that she’s been pregnant throughout all of this.
The characters soon learn that death is merciful and the living are the unlucky ones.
After Catherine’s death:
I enjoy Nelly’s descriptions of the peace of death:
“I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death […] I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break…”
Heathcliff is not so soothed:
“Her life closed in a gentle dream—may she wake as kindly in the other world!” Nelly says.
“‘May she wake in torment!’ he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. ‘Why, she’s a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered dohaunt their murderers. [...] Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’”
After Catherine dies, her body lays in an open casket. She has a locket on her neck with a lock of Edgar’s hair inside. Nelly opens the window for Heathcliff to sneak in, and she later discovers that he has come and discarded Edgar’s hair and replaced it with a lock of his own. She twists the locks of Edgar and Heathcliff’s hair together and places them in the locket.
This is one of the most powerful images of the book to me—Catherine being buried with her two lovers’ hair intertwined in her locket.
Burial:
Catherine is buried on a wild plot of land, symbolizing her resistance to being owned by either family which claimed to own her:
“The place of Catherine’s interment, to the surprise of the villagers, was neither in the chapel under the carved monument of the Lintons, nor yet by the tombs of her own relations, outside. It was dug on a green slope in a corner of the kirk-yard, where the wall is so low that heath and bilberry-plants have climbed over it from the moor...”
Once Edgar dies, he is buried by Catherine’s side. Later Heathcliff bribes the sexton to dig up Catherine’s grave, and he looks upon her face. In a fit of passion, he knocks one side of the coffin off (the side not facing Edgar) and requests to be buried next to her, with his coffin open on her side, so they can be together in death. Heathcliff’s wishes are eventually honored. I think this is the perfect representation of the love triangle. Catherine laying in the middle of her two lovers. She has Edgar on one side, buried as man and wife next to each other, and Heathcliff on the other side, with no separation between them, as each other.
Nelly asks: “Were you not ashamed to disturb the dead?”
“I disturbed nobody, Nelly […] and I gave some ease to myself. I shall be a great deal more comfortable now; and you’ll have a better chance of keeping me underground, when I get there. Disturbed her? No! she has disturbed me, night and day, through eighteen years—incessantly—remorselessly— till yesternight— and yesternight I was tranquil. I dreamt I was sleeping the last sleep by that sleeper, with my heart stopped and my cheek frozen against hers.”
“And if she had been dissolved into earth, or worse, what would you have dreamt of then?”
“Of dissolving with her, and being more happy still!”
This is not the first time Heathcliff has done this. On the day Catherine was buried, he dug up her grave.
“I’ll have her in my arms again!” He was prevented from opening the lid by a visit from her ghost, a sigh in his ear. He realizes that she will haunt him, and he is relieved but also driven mad by it.
He says that she has been torturing him from beyond the grave by visiting him but never revealing herself:
“I looked round impatiently—I felt her by me—I could almost see her, and yet I could not! I ought to have sweat blood then, from the anguish of my yearning from the fervour of my supplications to have but one glimpse! I had not one. She showed herself, as she often was in life, a devil to me! And, since then, sometimes more and some times less, I’ve been the sport of that intolerable torture! Infernal!”
“It was a strange way of killing: not by inches, but by fractions of hairbreadths, to beguile me with the spectre of a hope through eighteen years!”
I knew the book was going to contain lots of Heathcliff’s yearning for Catherine, I just didn’t realize it would be mostly after she had died. And then there’s the next generation of yearning…
Catherine’s daughter, Cathy:
Edgar and Cathy have a great relationship. They are the most important people in the world to each other.
“For a few days, I said, he seemed regardless of the puny successor to the departed: that coldness melted as fast as snow in April, and ere the tiny thing could stammer a word or totter a step it wielded a despot’s sceptre in his heart.”
He loves Cathy because she reminds him of Catherine.
Ellen notes that both Hindley and Edgar lost their wives and were left with their child, but Edgar is good-natured and Hindley is bad-natured, and they chose their own fates; Edgar’s was happiness, Hindley’s was despair.
Edgar dies peacefully, his last words being “I am going to her, and you, darling child, shall come to us.”
Cathy and Linton:
Cathy says, “He’s a pretty little darling when he’s good. I’d make such a pet of him, if he were mine.”
They exchange love letters. Nelly is against it because she knows Heathcliff’s evil plan to marry the two to gain the Lintons’ fortune, so she burns the letters in the fire in front of Cathy while she cries.
Sad as this is, Cathy and Linton are not actually meant for each other. This scene perfectly represents how her wild Earnshaw nature and his feeble Linton nature contradict (Hareton’s Earnshaw nature suits her better…):
“One time, however, we were near quarrelling. He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, [...] and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly. That was his most perfect idea of heaven’s happiness: mine was rocking in a rustling green tree, with a west wind blowing, and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above; [...] larks [...] pouring out music on every side [...] the whole world awake and wild with joy. He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine...”
They find Catherine and Heathcliff’s old toys, and Cathy chooses C and tries to give Linton the H, after their names, but Linton doesn’t like it, symbolic of how they do not have a connection like the original Catherine and Heathcliff.
Cathy and Hareton:
Hareton is instantly captivated by Cathy: “He could not stand a steady gaze from her eyes, though they were just his own.” They have the same Earnshaw eyes because they are cousins, but it’s also symbolic of how they are the same in their souls. He has presumably never seen a girl of his age before, and she is like an exotic bird to him. There is one scene where he is so mesmerized by her hair that he strokes one lock unconsciously, to her disgust.
She mocks him for his illiteracy, even after he makes an earnest attempt to learn to write to impress her, which forms a hatred between them. Heathcliff has attempted to raise Hareton as a complete brute, and Edgar has raised Cathy to be a perfect gentlewoman, so they despise each other. Cathy eventually realizes how arrogant she was to judge him, and gifts him a book and teaches him to read.
The passage which showcases Hareton’s transformation and their love is one of my favorites, narrated by Lockwood:
“‘Con-trary!’ said a voice as sweet as a silver bell—‘That for the third time, you dunce! I’m not going to tell you again—Recollect, or I’ll pull your hair!’ ‘Contrary, then,’ answered another, in deep but softened tones. ‘And now, kiss me, for minding so well.’ ‘No, read it over first correctly, without a single mistake.’ The male speaker began to read—he was a young man, respectably dressed and seated at a table, having a book before him. His handsome features glowed with pleasure, and his eyes kept impatiently wandering from the page to a small white hand over his shoulder, which recalled him by a smart slap on the cheek, whenever its owner detected such signs of inattention. Its owner stood behind; her light, shining ringlets blending, at intervals, with his brown looks, as she bent to superintend his studies; and her face—it was lucky he could not see her face, or he would never have been so steady…”
“The task was done, not free from further blunders; but the pupil claimed a reward, and received at least five kisses; which, however, he generously returned. Then they came to the door, and from their conversation I judged they were about to issue out and have a walk on the moors.”
“‘They are afraid of nothing,’ I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. ‘Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions.’ As they stepped on to the door-stones, and halted to take a last look at the moon or, more correctly, at each other by her light…”
Heathcliff has tried to hate Hareton, because he is the son of Hindley, his mortal enemy. However, he finds only a reflection of Catherine and himself in Hareton, to his distress. When Heathcliff discovers the couple in love, they look up at him, both with the eyes of Catherine Earnshaw, which disarms him and completely erases his desire to enact revenge on them. He resigns himself to death to be with Catherine.
Heathcliff’s death:
In Heathcliff’s final moments, all he can think about is Catherine.
“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!”
Heathcliff is ready to die and be reunited with her: “Last night I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven.”
He paces around muttering Catherine’s name “coupled with some wild term of endearment or suffering; and spoken as one would speak to a person present; low and earnest, and wrung from the depth of his soul.”
Nelly says they should call for a minister to save his soul lest he go to Hell for the life he’s lived. Heathcliff responds:
“No minister need come; nor need anything be said over me. I tell you I have nearly attained my heaven; and that of others is altogether unvalued and uncoveted by me.”
March 4, 2026
Somehow had never read this before. A strange book with some repulsive and bizarrely cruel characters. However once one gets into the language it is a propulsive, unique, and absorbing tale.
September 19, 2026
بلندیهای بادگیر داستان دو نفری نیست که به خاطر عشق/طبقه اجتماعی نتوانستند به هم برسند؛ داستان آدمهایی است که نتوانستند عشق، غرور و میل به انتقام را از هم جدا کنند و در نتیجه یک زخم را از یک نسل به نسل بعد منتقل کردند.
و به نظرم به همین دلیل است که وجود کتی و هیرتن در پایان اینقدر مهم میشه که آنها نشان میدهند، چیزی که کاترین و هیتکلیف نتوانستند انجام دهند، یعنی دوست داشتن بدون نابود کردن یکدیگر، شاید برای نسل بعد ممکن باشد
و به نظرم به همین دلیل است که وجود کتی و هیرتن در پایان اینقدر مهم میشه که آنها نشان میدهند، چیزی که کاترین و هیتکلیف نتوانستند انجام دهند، یعنی دوست داشتن بدون نابود کردن یکدیگر، شاید برای نسل بعد ممکن باشد
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April 12, 2025
قراتها من سنتين .. ثم اعدت قرائتها منذ شهر .. تحفة روائية .. جسدت الحب بابهي صوره في البداية ثم مشاعر عميقة صاحبها الشر والحسد والحقد والانتقام ..
عندما تحول الحب الي انانيه وكراهية ..
هيثكليف ومحبوبته كاثرين .. كانا لاينفصلان بربريان يجولان الغابات والمروج كالاطفال كبرا وكبرت احاسيسهم ..
لكن عندما تقرر كاثرين الاهتمام بثقافتها .. ووضعها كليدي .. تبدأ الغيرة من الشاب الجديد الراق المتعلم الغني الذي دخل حياتها ادغار..
تقرر بكلّ انانية .. ان تتزوجه وتترك حبها الذي لاتراه بمستواها
يهجرها هيثكليف بعد ان يسمع رايها بها .. وتعلم انها انتزعت قلبها واخطأت .. لكن بعد فوات الاوان .. فتتزوج ادغار ..
يعود هيثكليف بعد سنوات رجلا غنيا .. مهندما .. يملك .. ليستعيدها لكنها كانت حامل ورفضت .. فيبدا سلسلة انتقامه من هذه العائلة ..
لن اكمل كل الرواية .. لكن اميلي برونتي كاتبه الرواية ابدعت برواية خلدتها .
انها من اروع الروايات الكلاسيكية التي تجسد الابداع الفني.
عندما تحول الحب الي انانيه وكراهية ..
هيثكليف ومحبوبته كاثرين .. كانا لاينفصلان بربريان يجولان الغابات والمروج كالاطفال كبرا وكبرت احاسيسهم ..
لكن عندما تقرر كاثرين الاهتمام بثقافتها .. ووضعها كليدي .. تبدأ الغيرة من الشاب الجديد الراق المتعلم الغني الذي دخل حياتها ادغار..
تقرر بكلّ انانية .. ان تتزوجه وتترك حبها الذي لاتراه بمستواها
يهجرها هيثكليف بعد ان يسمع رايها بها .. وتعلم انها انتزعت قلبها واخطأت .. لكن بعد فوات الاوان .. فتتزوج ادغار ..
يعود هيثكليف بعد سنوات رجلا غنيا .. مهندما .. يملك .. ليستعيدها لكنها كانت حامل ورفضت .. فيبدا سلسلة انتقامه من هذه العائلة ..
لن اكمل كل الرواية .. لكن اميلي برونتي كاتبه الرواية ابدعت برواية خلدتها .
انها من اروع الروايات الكلاسيكية التي تجسد الابداع الفني.
May 22, 2024
La lettura è consigliata agli adolescenti perché è un libro che sembra scritto da un coetaneo: lucidità rasente lo zero, emozioni intensissime, frasi tipo"io sono l*i e l*i è me"(no spoiler), corse a perdifiato nella natura selvaggia che in realtà rappresentano il tumulto emotivo interiore (ma questi tranquilli mai?)e soprattutto l'emicrania dell'adulto che assiste impotente a questi fuochi d'artificio di emozioni strettamente personali dei personaggi chiedendosi:"perché?".
Non è una lettura che consiglierei, le sorelle Bronte hanno scritto romanzi molto più piacevoli come Jane Eyre, questo MAH è tipo la versione telenovela argentina dei romanzi inglesi ma senza chitarre in sottofondo.
Non è una lettura che consiglierei, le sorelle Bronte hanno scritto romanzi molto più piacevoli come Jane Eyre, questo MAH è tipo la versione telenovela argentina dei romanzi inglesi ma senza chitarre in sottofondo.
January 23, 2026
No le pongo un 5 porque los personajes me han caído regular. Me gusta como está narrado en primera persona pero en modo testigo vamos, que todo el libro es como un chisme. El ambiente oscuro y trágico, el amor salvaje pero que de romántico tiene poco (más bien tóxico). Vamos que me gusta a mí una historieta lúgubre solo me ha faltado unos personajes que me cayesen bien aunque tengo que decir que la villania del señor Heathcliff está muy lograda.
May 6, 2026
Muy largo y tedioso de leer, los nombres de los personajes dan lugar a confusión. Básicamente es una romantizacion o idealización de una pareja toxica y con 0 responsabilidad afectiva donde el maltrato físico y psicológico se va perpetuando a lo largo de toda la historia tanto en la primera como en la segunda generación. La violencia es completamente evidente en todos los personajes y la discordia entre ellos es terrible.
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