Wuthering Heights

I do not understand why the world is so enamoured by the love story of Heathcliff and Cathy.  

L. O. V. E.   LOVE?  

Surely not!

The story itself was not my cup of tea, but the writing was fine . . .  Although it does pale in comparison to Miss Emily's wonderful sister's scribblings {Is that a fair thing to say?  Perhaps not!  I wouldn't say it, if she was alive to hear it . . .  "WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR SISTER" - Yuck!}

To the story...

What a loathesome, dark, inbred and irredeemable set of characters...  I only endured them because I knew, that by doing so, would make the reading of Stella Gibbons',  'Cold Comfort Farm' all the more sweeter!

I thank the gods that I live in a time and within a culture of wealth, information and freedom!

This is what Goodreads had to say...

Published a year before her death at the age of thirty, Emily Brontë's only novel is set in the wild, bleak Yorkshire Moors. Depicting the relationship of Cathy and Heathcliff, Wuthering Heights creates a world of its own, conceived with an instinct for poetry and for the dark depths of human psychology. 

I have read some of the reviews on Goodreads and the key words that surface time and time again are passion, romance and obsession . . .  

Now then . . .  I am one, who is prone to melancholy and I love a striking read that runs deep, but how on earth do people genuinely argue that this story is romantic and impassioned {okay . . . a little impassioned}?  

Heathcliff, is most certainly not a hero of any description.  Nor is he the devil incarnate.  He is nothing more than an oppressed and later oppressive bastard who was too ignorant and disinclined to grow as an individual, thereby inhibiting his and everyone's lives around him.  

In short, it is my feeling that Wuthering Heights is certainly not a love story, nor is it a romantic representaion of the bleak, windy moors of Yorkshire, England.  Wuthering Heights is a story of abuse, indulgence and revenge - and yea gods, Heathcliff does manage to carve out quite a vengeful life.  

And it is for this that I would like to remember Heathcliff . . . 

A little tyke who was loved then abused and later didn't get what he wanted, consequently he invested in a life of revenge that he saw to its end.  For that, I respect Heathcliff, but I certainly do not want him, nor those pathetic characters in my life any longer!