I fell in love with this book as soon as I laid eyes on it.
I'm 22 now, but I picked up this book when I was 12.
And love at first, grew into something...moreI fell in love with this book as soon as I laid eyes on it.
I'm 22 now, but I picked up this book when I was 12.
And love at first, grew into something more deeper. Everytime I turned the page, I was entering another dimension where I didn't want to get out. This book was a definite pageturner. I was in awe by the magnificent way J.K Rowling wrote this book. I was secretly wishing I was studying in Hogwarts too! It was silly, but I was simply enraptured by Harry Potter.
So maybe twilight really is a young teen's book? And maybe Stephenie Meyer's writing really isn't compelling. Her writing is too easy to comprehend. H...moreSo maybe twilight really is a young teen's book? And maybe Stephenie Meyer's writing really isn't compelling. Her writing is too easy to comprehend. Hell, this book wouldn't really happen in real life. And I don't think a person as clumsy as Bella could actually exist!
But still I found this book a pageturner. I loved the plot.
Sorry people, but blame it to the hopeless romantic in me. :)(less)
INTENSE. Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights is filled with intense dialogue and intense emotions and left me filled with intense wanting of more Heathcl...moreINTENSE. Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights is filled with intense dialogue and intense emotions and left me filled with intense wanting of more Heathcliff and Catherine and intense regret that there is no more.
Wuthering Heights could be a tedious read, but once you get accustomed to Emily Brontë’s style, I bet one would find this an absolutely dark but moving tale of love and revenge.
The tale starts in 1801, in the eyes of Mr. Lockwood, a tenant occupying Thrushcross Grange. He decides to call upon the owner of the property, which is Mr. Heathcliff. Mr. Lockwood, is in no way treated like a guest. One night, when Mr. Lockwood was feeling ill, he seeks the company of Ellen Dean, and there starts a long narrative of life and death, love and betrayal by how it was witnessed by Ellen Dean.
Her narrations get interesting at the point where Mr. Earnshaw brought home a dirty, ragged, black haired child, of whom they named Heathcliff. He wasn’t readily accepted by Mr. Earnshaw’s wife and children, but later on, Catherine had been his very close and inseparable friend.
Let me point out that Heathcliff and Catherine’s devotion to each other is astounding and bitter and maddening in a thousand different ways, but it is also touching and heart wrenching in a thousand different ways; but let me point a few:
(1) Catherine was willing to marry Edgard Linton whom she claims to love because of his riches and good looks, but she has a deeper purpose and let me quote:
'I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.'
‘..if you are his choice, he'll be the most unfortunate creature that ever was born! As soon as you become Mrs. Linton, he loses friend, and love, and all! Have you considered how you'll bear the separation, and how he'll bear to be quite deserted in the world? Because, Miss Catherine - '
'He quite deserted! we separated!' she exclaimed, with an accent of indignation. 'Who is to separate us, pray? They'll meet the fate of Milo! Not as long as I live, Ellen: for no mortal creature. Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff. Oh, that's not what I intend - that's not what I mean! I shouldn't be Mrs. Linton were such a price demanded! He'll be as much to me as he has been all his lifetime. Edgar must shake off his antipathy, and tolerate him, at least. He will, when he learns my true feelings towards him. Nelly, I see now you think me a selfish wretch; but did it never strike you that if Heathcliff and I married, we should be beggars? whereas, if I marry Linton I can aid Heathcliff to rise, and place him out of my brother's power.'
(2) They’re one.
What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and HE remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I AM Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
(3) They say true love is unselfish, but I believe otherwise.
Heathcliff, if I dare you now, will you venture? I’ll keep you, I’ll not lie there by myself; they may bury me twelve feet deep, and throw the church down over me, but I won’t rest till you are with me. I never will!
'I wish I could hold you,' she continued, bitterly, 'till we were both dead! I shouldn't care what you suffered. I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, "That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw? I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I've loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and, at death, I shall not rejoice that I are going to her: I shall be sorry that I must leave them!" Will you say so, Heathcliff?'
(4) They’re conscious on their effect on each other.
'You suppose she has nearly forgotten me?' he said. 'Oh, Nelly! you know she has not! You know as well as I do, that for every thought she spends on Linton she spends a thousand on me! At a most miserable period of my life, I had a notion of the kind: it haunted me on my return to the neighbourhood last summer; but only her own assurance could make me admit the horrible idea again. And then, Linton would be nothing, nor Hindley, nor all the dreams that ever I dreamt. Two words would comprehend my future - DEATH and HELL: existence, after losing her, would be hell. Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine. If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have: the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough as her whole affection be monopolised by him. Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse. It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?'
(5) They can’t live without one another.
'Are you possessed with a devil,' he pursued, savagely, 'to talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me? You know you lie to say I have killed you: and, Catherine, you know that I could as soon forget you as my existence! Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?'
'May she wake in torment!' he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. 'Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not THERE - not in heaven - not perished - where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer - I repeat it till my tongue stiffens - Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you - haunt me, then! The murdered DO haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts HAVE wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only DO not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I CANNOT live without my life! I CANNOT live without my soul!'
Okay, I think I should stop before I quote the whole book.
There’s a lot going on in this book. Not just Catherine and Heathcliff. There’s more, but I’ve spoiled your fun just enough so I really will stop.
I do have to admit that I failed to understand 100% of the entire book. But if its any consolation, I understood most parts, but despite that, this book is now one of my favorites ♥ (less)
”The night is just beginning. And I am going to love you for a long time.” -Sebastian St. Vincent to Evangeline Jenner
“My Kleypas experience is just beginning. And I am going to love you for a long time.” - Jasmin to Lisa Kleypas
Devil in Winter, third book of the Wallflower series, is everything I have dreamed of plus so much more. Lisa Kleypas made me fall in love with a conscienceless, dangerous and incorrigible rake, named Sebastian St. Vincent. In the previous book, It Happened One Autumn, I’ve hated St. Vincent so much that I wanted to pluck his eyes out. He was morally corrupt, that I thought there was no way of rescuing him. But I was wrong. Evangeline Jenner, of all the wallflowers, the girl who couldn’t even utter a sentence without stuttering, managed to do it. She managed to give salvation to St. Vincent’s corrupted soul.
What more could I add that hasn't been said yet? The love story is so beautiful that a number of adjectives still wouldn't give it justice. And the friendship between the wallflowers is astounding.
But if there's one thing this book taught me, it's that reformed rakes make the best of husbands.(less)
But then, when I read this book, I had to give it 5 stars. I was literally at the edge of my seat when I was reading this. I can't wait to read the next book. And unfortunately, I'm on team Adrian. Not on Dmitri's team, but I got to say that it might change since there's still books I got to read in this series. And the fact that the last book in this installment isn't out yet, frustrates me.
I was excited to finish this book off, but when I was at the last page, I could say I didn't finish it with grace. I was overly sad by the fact that this book is over. I finished off this book with a tear barely hanging from my eye.(less)