I was suprised by Wuthering Heights. It's always hard when reading classics; too many expectations, too much baggage but with Wuthering Heights I'd managed to get it all wrong. I suspected it to be The Tragic Love Story and liking books of that sort had bought into the popular myth of it and guessed I'd like it.

I'd not expected, then, it to be quite so disturbing, quite so powerful and violent and transgressive and I'd not really expected to love it quite so much.

It's more like a dream than anything else but even as your reading it, it defies expectations pulling in many different directions all at once but always succeeding, it's terrifying, beautiful, repulsive, brutal, sad and pathetic often in a single page.

Neither Heathcliff nor Cathy are particularly likeable, in fact it's hard to think of a likeable character in the whole book but none the less they manage to be sympathetic and understandable.

Not much more to say except that there are pasages in that book that are amongst the best things I've ever read.

And as an added bonus it's hard to read it without hearing Kate Bush's voice in your head. Which is always nice