Hannah’s Reviews > Wuthering Heights > Status Update

Am now on the verge of applauding Emily Brontë for the most complex narrative I’ve ever read.

Alright, it's getting better. My hatred couldn't stand against the famous line, "...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 lightening, or frost from fire." I'm starting to fundamentally agree with the notion of Emily Brontë being the best of the three; this is an extremely ambitious work.

I'm in awe at how bad this turned out to be. I legitimately cried twice in frustration. I'm horrified that I have to finish it for a class. I need prayers.