Whuthering Heights
Emily BrontëStatus: ✅ Finished
Finished in date: 2026-01-21
I don’t know exactly why, but i’ve always thought that Whuthering Heights was some heavy burden of a book (like Anna Karenina, or something like that) so when i started reading it I felt overwhelmed and surprised by how it glued me to itself.
It all began when i was having a coffee with one of my dearest friend, Silvia, during last Christmas vacancies. We were talking about films and books, and the new “Whuthering Heights” incoming film by Emerald Fennel. So when i came back to my home in Bologna, I decided to give it a chance, and as far as i can say, i’m thankful i made that choice.
At first i was a bit tired of all the “setting up”, and I absolutely hated Mr. Lookwood: he sounded like an absolute dickhead, slamming himself inside Heathcliff’s home uninvited. But as soon as Nelly Dean started recalling all the events, everything changed.
I couldn’t stop reading it. I needed to know more. I started talking about this book to everyone, it was like a charm. All the characters are fucking crazy, out of this world. All the violence, the mistreating, the terrible naming (I mean, Cathy 1 and Cathy 2 and Linton Heathcliff??? Seriously???) couldn’t stop me from wanting to read more and more of it. I wouldn’t say this book is all cliffhangers and stuff like that, but it certainly has something magical that gets you in its gothic atmosphere and makes you feel bad about each and every one of the people involved.
Love, violence, the worst parenting ever, the best maid this world has ever seen, revenge, nature, death, and so on. There’s an entire world of social rules and emotions, just in two houses.
I’d say that Heathcliff and Cathy share the best love story ever, but there’s so much hatred and revenge all over it that it made me sick of it. (of course, some of their conversations are iconic)
Shoutout to all the sassy 800’s insults; i loved them. I loved the ending and, overall, i really loved everything about this.
I’m sad i finished it.
