I love to read. In fact, I am constantly reading. Its become a sick addiction, really. Its so bad that I sometimes have to weigh my options even when I know which should be a priority. For example: Housework or reading??? Hmmmmm….that’s a toughie.
I read my fair share of trash as well. Hey, they may not be the classics, but at least I’m using my brain. So what if I’m infatuated with vampires and secretly wish The Hubs would bite me…did I just go there? Yep. I soooo went there.
One of those trashy series I am constantly reading over and over is the Twilight Saga (4 more days to New Moon!!!!). And in the 3rd book, Eclipse, Bella and Edward discuss the classic book, Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. Of course, I absolutely HAD to read it since its Bella’s favorite book!
So I tried. Really, I tried. But I didn’t get very far. The old-timey language was confusing and, let’s face it, I have a hard enough time concentrating in the first place. Throw some mixed up form of old english in there and you’ve lost me.
Nope. Not a chance.
So yesterday, during my wonderfully lazy Sunday afternoon, I saw the original 1939 Wuthering Heights movie was on! WHAT?!?!?! Jackpot people. Jackpot.
It was black and white. The sound was awful but the music was grand. It was lovely. But the story…meh. I could live without Cathy and Heathcliff. I am aware that I am pissing people off at this very moment, but my question is:
WHY THE HECK IS THIS A CLASSIC???
Seriously?!?!?! I don’t get it. I was mad the entire time. I wanted to yell at the tv. If I had yelled at the tv, this is what I would have said:
“Cathy, are you serious? Do you have delusions of grandeur? Have you lost your mind? True love is not about MONEY!!! Duh!”
“Heathcliff, what the hell are you thinking? You may be the stable boy, but she’s the poor one when it comes to love. Why did you even come back, you sorry loser. You could do soooooo much better.”
Yeah, those were my thoughts.
So please, enlighten me. Why is Wuthering Heights such a “masterpiece”?