Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
When my favorite character died, I suddenly wished the story was told from his perspective. I kept on wondering - What if Heathcliff told the story? Is his mind that brutal? Although Ellen Dean told the story with justice for all sides, it still didn't give a great detail of how that man's mind works.
I think Bronte is quite exceptional. Given the fact that this is not the kind of home she grew up with, it was amazing how she managed to weave her characters. I, honestly, enjoyed it despite the darkness and sadness that enveloped the story.
Emily's character were all sad in their own ways. But I noticed they were all sad because they loved somebody so deeply. I blame Catherine Earnshaw for that - had she chosen Heathcliff and not 'status', the story would direct to another ending. But of course, Emily's plot made everything entertaining and the book was hard to put down. Such a shame this was her only novel. I would've read another from her right away.
All in all, it seems to tell a story about love, but more than that, it is a story about a great kind of love - for family, honor, important people, and to one's own self.
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