As part of my ongoing quest to unscramble my brain by reading classic literature, I recently wrapped up an eight-week Zoom discussion group on Emily Brontë's 1847 novel "Wuthering Heights" run by The Catherine Project. This was, to put it mildly, not my favorite of the various 19th-century English novels I've read this year. But because I actually discussed it at length with other human beings, I did end up engaging more deeply with the text than some of the other books I enjoyed more.
But because I actually discussed it at length with other human beings, I did end up engaging more deeply with the text than some of the other books I enjoyed more. We also read the book at a slower pace than I normally read, so I had plenty of time to process my reactions and poke around on the internet to get a sense of others' and learn about the many film adaptations of the story. Still, I ultimately found the novel a bit unsatisfying.
Still, I ultimately found the novel a bit unsatisfying.