Book Review: Wuthering Heights

In 1979, my family moved from Alton, Illinois, to Chicago. I was entering my freshman year of high school. Acclimating to the complicated hallway system in the large urban high school was daunting enough. But they also placed me in honors classes. There, in those honors classes, I first encountered the Bronte sisters and their fine novels. I fell in love with Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre.

Wuthering Heights is full of atmosphere. During my days of the Wheaton-in-England program, I wandered the moors and imagined myself jumping right into a Bronte novel. My mind has long held the characters of Heathcliff and Catherine with intensity. They are unforgettable. Perhaps my teenaged heart was simply ripe for a tale of love that transcends the grave. This time around, I listened to this classic in audio form. I loved the British narration. We had plenty of days where the atmosphere outside my car matched the atmosphere communicated within my car. I couldn't have asked for a better accompaniment to my drive time.