Charlotte Brontë's classic Jane Eyre is one of those books that we're told we need to read but, somehow, neglect. I corrected that mistake by reading the novel last year.
This month, I wanted to correct another error on my part, by finally getting around to reading Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights. I'm half-way through and I have to say that the novel is not at all like I expected. Frankly, I didn't know what to expect from the novel, but it is certainly creepier than I imagined it would be.
Of course, the novel is a classic and well worth my time, but no doubt about it, Wuthering Heights. is the strangest novel I've come across in quite a long time.
To me, Kaffka's got nothing on Emily Brontë.
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