I don’t think I’ve ever read a book that contained more pure, undiluted anger than Wuthering Heights. It’s an abomination pieced together from the worst of human conditions where even the supposedly positive characters harbor more bile and contempt than your everyday villain. And that’s why it’s an absolutely brilliant piece of Victorian fiction that should be read by everyone.
|Flowery and rich but not obtuse prose||Somewhat predictable plot and story|
|Profound, fascinating characters||Can feel a bit boring at times due to relatively slow pace|
|The amount of anger in this book is… incredible|
|Enlightening on Victorian society|
|Thought-provoking on interpersonal relationships|