Heathcliff has left Wuthering Heights and is travelling to Liverpool in search of his past. Along the way, he saves Emily, the foul-mouthed daughter of a Highwayman, and the pair journey on together. Roaming from graveyard to graveyard, making a living from Emily’s apparent ability to commune with the dead, the pair lie, cheat and scheme their way across the North of England. And towards the terrible misdeeds – and untold riches – that will one day send Heathcliff home to Wuthering Heights.
The great thing about Wuthering Heights is the many silences. Emily deliberately left *a lot* of things unsaid. Writers can fill these gaps with pretty much any story, because, at the end of the day, it’s most likely going to fit. These silences, however, don’t necessarily need to be filled. Some things are better left unsaid…
Heathcliff’s origins forever remain a mystery to fans of the original. Was he an Irishman, seeking to escape the famine that plagued his hometown? Was he a slave, brought to Liverpool to sell on to the next middle-class white man? Was he simply an orphan, left on the streets by his mother because she had no means of taking care of him? We simply do not know. Emily did not inform us. This is where Michael Stewart enters the narrative, trying to fill those gaps.
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Imagine: you’ve read a book and immediately disliked it or maybe you loved it. But a week, or a month, or a year down the line, you realise you were totally wrong about it.
Today, I want to talk about re-evaluating books. Those books you now view completely different, whether that be a newfound appreciation or a blossoming hatred for them. With me, I tend to acknowledge their value a little too late. It could be four years down the line (not uncommon) and I’ll suddenly realise it’s a really great book, despite having disliked it at first. Either that or I pressure myself into enjoying a book because everyone else is loving it. It’s not until later I realise it totally wasn’t my style and didn’t warrant a high rating from me.
It’s these types of books I want to discuss today!
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I guess I should start by saying: I’m sorry.
Not to be dramatic or owt, but April was a tough month for me. I didn’t find pleasure from the things that often comfort me. I couldn’t read or write. I was drowning in university work (I still am). I finally decided to cut someone out of my life who once meant the world to me, but had only started to see me as a thing to use when and as he pleased. But I am much happier now, and I thought it was about time I shared my thoughts on the books I read last month.
As I mentioned, I didn’t really want to read, so I only managed to get through three books, but that’s better than nothing, right?
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