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Text Language Should Be Made Illegal

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De thng s I hte txt lnge 2 de core. Who de hell inventd t? I wld lke 2 strngle him by de nck. If de vry aspt f mrdr s agst de lw nd cn rslt n svre pnshmnt thn de mrdr f de eng lnge sld undrg de sme!

God, I hated writing that. Yuck.

If you didn’t understand anything, don’t worry about it. But if you understood those sentences, you are exactly the person this post is intended for.

If there is anything in the world which infuriates me to oblivion it is not horror movies or injustice. Nope, it is the crappy short version of a holy language. Look at the sentences on the first paragraph and the one you are currently reading. Doesn’t the former look disgusting? I don’t know when I began to abhor it because truthfully speaking, when I was a tween and in the process of maturity, I used it (I chastise myself severely for that). At that time, I didn’t realise it would be a crime on my part. Being portrayed uninteresting and dull, I thought using it like everyone else at that time would make me look cool and sophisticated.

Yeah, stupid me.

Only now I realise it was the most immature thing I could have done. Whenever I see text language in my chats, I either feel like cringing or slap the person on the other end of the line. Many times I’ve requested my friends not to use text language, at least not with me, but they just don’t get it.

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I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted to strangle the inventor of this hideousness. One of my close friends from college subconsciously wrote ‘u’ instead of ‘you’ in an assignment in English class and she showed me the red circle our professor marked on it. That’s exactly when I realised I loathed the text language. The time I began my career as an author. I think this hatred for it originated fully fledged after I penned a novel; strictly speaking, English is one of the most beautiful languages the ancient times gave birth to. I honour the people who were the God who created it. I am pretty sure I am not the only one, so why then is a ridiculous form of it predominant in the social networking sites? Is there any pleasure derived out of it or are you merely being lazy? I’d go for the latter. It must be laziness.

If you disagree, please feel free to comment below and enlighten me because I seriously haven’t a clue.

But to me, it does signify that the people who communicate using text language are lazy and want to be saved the labour of typing a whole sentence correctly. Or if the reason is that you are unsure of spelling, there is nothing wrong in sparing a minute of your day to look up a dictionary or the internet for guidance. Or if you can’t have access to the internet, there’s always MS Word which sharply underlines spelling errors and gives the correction. Why then do you want to kill English?

Here are a few awful examples:

Thank you – tanq or ty

Where are you? – whr r u

Got to go, text you later – g2g txt u ltr

How are you? – hw r u

Can I read that book? – cn i rd tat buk

I love reading – i luv readng

But I love murdering the language more – bt i luv mrdrng de lnge more

It goes on and on. As you can see, there is no regard for capitalisation or punctuation. Is this the property of those English classes you attend at school and college? And if you are an English graduate using the text language, feel happy you are not near me right now.

All right, say you are a person who chats in your mother tongue using English alphabets. There are people like that as well. There is absolutely nothing wrong in that. What is wrong is that this revolting short form rears its ugly head there as well. I’m a Tamil girl so I’ll show you the way Tamil words are tortured.

Disclaimer: I took these out of real chats I had with people.

Chellam (it means ‘darling’) – chlm

Yeppo nee veetuku varuva? (when are you coming home?) – Epo ne veetku vruva

Saaptiya? (Did you eat?) – sptya

Na nethu puthu dress vangnen (I bought a new dress yesterday) – na nthu pudu dss vngn

The rest of the letters flew out the nearest window.

You think it’s cool, I think it’s stupid.

Please give a language the respect it is qualified for, guys. Don’t assassinate it, whether it maybe English or Tamil or Hindi or Telugu or whatever. Give it respect. Honour it. A language has a soul too and text language seems to offend it big time.

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Minions. Funny Texts. Sweet Moments.

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Funny Texts:

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Sweet Moments:

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These made my day

What Lines Suit You?

Clothes of different styles, types, colours and brands play a huge role in every day life. In the olden days, garments of cloths were draped over oneself just to protect their privacy but as people and years evolved, the whole world has become a fashion vista and you now see a splay of bright colours when you open someone’s wardrobe.

Not every single type of clothing suit everyone, though. A simple pair of jeans that will look good on one person doesn’t quite have the same effect on another, since the latter has an affinity to traditional clothing more. Dressing yourself up is basically the way you express yourself. If you’re in a good mood, you’d wear the best of your wardrobe. If you’re in a dull mood, you’d choose the one that best matches it.

Even if you don’t know it’s someone’s birthday, you’ll see the signs of it as they wear their new dress and have a radiant face. I once had this funny incident back in college, when during my brother’s birthday, I wore a new dress too. It was a lovely green and blue chudi made from my mother’s saree and since I entered the classroom with a big smile on my face (wearing matching accessories too), all the girls burst into the Happy Birthday song before I could blink. By the time I managed to shout over them saying it wasn’t my birthday, they’d almost finished singing.

So what is it about a certain dress that looks so good on a person? How come some dresses don’t suit them while some others make them stand out from everyone else?

Some of the basic elements that distinguish different dresses are the elements of design – Lines, Shape, Texture and Colour.

Lines in a garment are created by darts and decorative details. There are two types of lines – straight and curved. The kinds of straight lines on apparels are: Vertical, horizontal and diagonal.

Vertical Lines:

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Vertical lines on dresses produce an illusion of increased height as well as slim down your figure. If you want to make yourself look taller with those pair of high heels, choose the dress with the vertical stripes and you can flaunt yourself out there. These lines are denoted either by the design on it, or a row of buttons or vertical bands and laces.

Vertical lines also give you a strong and sophisticated look.

Horizontal Lines:

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These add width and decrease apparent height. So if a slim person wants to make herself look wider, she can choose one that has horizontal lines. You can also make yourself look shorter with the help of these lines.

A wide contrasting coloured belt shortens the figure by cutting the garment into two segments.

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Diagonal Lines:

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Diagonal lines have the combined effect of vertical and horizontal lines. They modify the vertical qualities of dignity and sophistication to give a more softened effect, as well as add or decrease height depending on the person’s shape. Diagonal lines flex themselves to what is required.

Curved Lines:

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Curved lines, when used correctly, highlight the natural shape of the body. They are graceful and give the wearer a more feminine effect. Even when they’re associated with vertical, horizontal and diagonal lines, their effect will not be minimised; however, it should be noted that the curved lines should be the most prominent in these cases.

The beauty of curved lines is that when concentrated on one particular area of the body, they can either make it look slimmer or wider. For example, if the curves converge at the waist, it will make it look smaller. If they diverge at the hips, they can make it look wider.

With the help of these optical illusions in fashion, you can choose what suits you best and what can make your figure look good.

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The Ride of 2016

Yep, one more year ticked off the chart.

How did it go? Did I like it? Was this year better than the last? Did I learn new lessons?

Questions reflexively burst forth from your conscience onto yourself as you look over your shoulder at the year and assess everything that went on with you. And to be honest, this wasn’t a good year. I won’t say it was bad, since a couple of great things happened, but it wasn’t good either if I take a general survey. Every single year is universally relative. What is great for some people won’t be that great for other people. It’s shaded in different colours, like the image I’ve featured for the post. You must have enjoyed 2016 yourself and may wish another year like this should come but in my opinion, I’m hoping I don’t go through bad years like this again.

Too many problems issued between my family and arguments have been hollering around the walls so much that my reaction to a fresh continuation of where they left off has been rendered neutral at this point. A lot of happiness has been burned, but I’m praying these are phoenixes. Phoenixes are reborn from the ashes after they die. Happiness will come back, I pray, back the way it was before. It can’t be destroyed permanently. No, no way. Krishna can’t do this to us. This is just a phase and we’ll get through it.

A part of my dissatisfaction is contributed by myself. The reason: I have not finished the fourth part of my fantasy series, even though I started it way back in October 2015. It only took six months each to finish off the previous three but with this one, I lost the fire to push myself into binge writing mode. I still don’t know how that happened and to assure myself, I’ve been telling myself to look upon it as a needed break and that once 2017 is born, I can square my shoulders and come back to the avatar I love of myself. Focused, dedicated and swift. A strong dose of OCD overcame me like a tide, drenching me in it with it’s mean paranoia and poisoning my concentration to my book. I’ve just recently got over it and it’s a good sign I’m coming back to normal.

Death rattled my family this year as well, which though was painless, natural and quick , therefore blessed, for the soul that passed away, it was a little traumatic for the rest of us. The second eldest brother of my maternal grandfather was snatched from us a fortnight ago, while he was on a business trip to Northern India. The last time any of us, including his wife, saw him was one and half months before it and to see him come back in this state was a terrible experience, shattering every single person.

My paternal grandmother got diagnosed with severe health problems recently and all I can say is:

Don’t take food or water for granted.

Don’t you ever.

Every time you begin a meal, pray to the Goddess of Food that you should be blessed to eat delicious meals like this until your very last breath. Nothing is worse than being restricted of certain nutrients due to damages in your physiology. And each time you drink a glass of water, pray to Mother Ganga to always bless you with the ability to drink her to your heart’s content till the end. Don’t ever waste her in any way and shrug her off for anything in the world. It’s a harsh curse you’ll be inflicting upon yourself.

Don’t you ever take anything for granted.

Just a couple of days ago me and my bestie were talking about 2016 and since I wasn’t the only one to have had an unpleasant year, we more or less resembled Rachel, Monica and Phoebe from the episode of George Stephanopoulos.

 

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Didn’t you have anything good to have happened to you at all, Deepika?

The answer is Oh, yes!

Now that the depressing part of my 2016 ride is over, I’m going to brighten up the mood with everything good that happened.

First off was the amazing and unexpected holy pilgrimage to Char Dham at Uttarakhand – Yamunotri, Gangotri, Kedarnath and Badrinath. I wrote this fantastic experience episode by episode on my blog the moment I returned. You can check it out if you wish to by clicking here. It was so wonderful that any time I felt down or stressed, I’d read all the episodes and fuel my energy again. F.R.I.E.N.D.S became my source of refuge this year as well. I’d watch a series of chosen episodes and an hour later, I’ll forget about what worried me so much and I’m prepared to do something constructive and stop moping around like an idiot.

Second, the publication of Ethereal: The Dawn of the Blue. 

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After fighting with the publishing world for so long, Leadstart Publishing of Mumbai, India, took up the first book of my fantasy series and published it on October 6. With everything happening in my family, this book was really the only light to keep us going and the publishing process and release blessed us all with a huge smile. Reviews from my friends brought out the real me out of my gloom and I’m hoping for more of them to come my way.

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Let’s see what 2017 has in store for us. I really hope it will be a good and happy year. We’re going back to our house in our hometown for New Year, where it always gives us a beautiful start and keeps its word, protecting us in its blessed bubble. We didn’t go there for 2016, which wasn’t actually a good idea.

A very happy New Year 2017 to each and every one of you, guys. Always stay blessed, safe and healthy and keep that smile intact.

Jai Shree Krishna❤

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author Fun Facts

Some quirks of an author and why they do what they do:

When she cuts herself off from the rest of the human world, it’s not like she’s avoiding people. She’s making friends with new people. Said new people exist only in her head, but hey, she’s not insane in a way you have to worry.
She has a tendency to skip meals as well as physical exercise, but excepting laziness from the reason, it’s really because she can’t leave characters alone, whether it’s from her own novel or from the one she’s reading.
When ‘What?’ is responded in a ‘Leave me alone!’ tone, it’s not because she’s angry at you, but because she’s in the middle of writing a scene and the interruption can bring Medusa out of her.
When she looks like she climbed out of brambles but is damn happy about it, she has either successfully finished the novel or finished a particularly important sequence.
If she starts staring around at people and you find it weird, don’t. She’s only looking for interesting personality traits to base a character on.
When she doesn’t call you regularly, it’s not like she has no interest to talk to you, but because her focal aim is to complete the project at hand and no other thoughts filter through her mind at all.
If she’s cranky, it’s because some characters are misbehaving or she’s going through writer’s block or she can’t read a book she has been wanting to for so long.
When she suddenly drifts off into space while in the middle of a conversation, it’s not like she wasn’t listening, but because her story is involuntarily revolving in the back of her mind and if a new interesting idea strikes her, she may jump off her seat in between to scrawl something in her notebook.
She may have temporarily developed an ignorance to physical beauty, but it’s not because she doesn’t love herself. It’s because she doesn’t care about anything except her characters and their progress in the story.
Her desk is cluttered with pens, notebooks, her laptop, books, a mini music system, and other notebooks where she sketches her plot out.
She’d rather stay indoors with a book or her story instead of partying out like so many of her other friends. Most authors don’t have bright social lives at all. And very proud of it.
She loves her blog so much that when she feels there’s been a gap between posting, she’d strike up any welcoming idea to do so by pressing pause on her story word document for a while.

Misleading Romances

A romance sequence is what the story of a movie usually is about, or it blooms along the sidelines of the main plot, or sometimes comes out of nowhere in the climax, or in other cases, there is no romance sequence at all. Regarding this, movies can fall into these four categories and while the depth of the relationship can’t be portrayed completely on screen – unless it’s a sitcom like Friends or Personal Taste – it can successfully be sketched to appear likable, rational, sensible and acceptable. Good examples of these are Pride and Prejudice (Elizabeth and Darcy), First Love (Shone and Nam), Me Before You (Will and Lou), the notable ones in Harry Potter (Harry and Ginny; Ron and Hermione; James and Lily; Snape and Lily; Cedric and Cho), and Twilight (Alice and Jasper). I’ve always loved these couples, because they just fit in right with each other. You don’t really find anything stupid or silly about them.

But stupid and silly romances sadly do exist in a lot of movies, that all you feel like doing is switching it off or groaning into your hands.

I watched this Tamil movie recently, Remo, in which the relationship between the lead couple was appalling. I’ve never been fond of Sivakarthikeyan – better off not mentioning why – but I decided to give this one a chance.

And regretted it.

It’s about this guy who falls in love with this girl (Keerthi Suresh) at first sight. One sign that this can’t go well. I used to believe love at first sight was possible back when I was a teenager but then I started reading a lot and my opinions changed. Sure, call it a spark or you take an instant liking but it’s nowhere close to the border of love. 

This guy decides to pursue her but when he gets thwarted by her engagement, he decides to dress up as this female nurse to work in the same hospital she works as a doctor, makes friends with her, and then starts convincing her she should throw the arranged marriage away and opt for a love marriage, which is undoubtedly in favour of his situation. First wrong step was to deceive the girl like that to find out what she’s thinking. That is a total invasion of privacy, no matter how you look at it.

So is the movie sending out the message it’s completely cool and macho for a guy to take on a fake avatar to get a girl? Because in the end, she does fall hard for him, giving the affirmative.

What?

And some viewers find that romantic, which is really shocking.

The guy reveals himself halfway through the story, sending her flowers and setting up a firework display for her birthday. What do you think comes next? He stalks her everywhere she goes, whistling at her to catch her attention, calling her in the middle of the night (creepy!), and asking, in what he assumes to be a charming way, ‘When are you gonna say yes to me?’

It’s as if he’s calling her for a daring challenge, like jumping off a cliff as a bet.

There are no scenes in which he gives her any reason to like him nor is there any scene to give him a reason to like her. What does he really know about her aside from her getting engaged and on the brink of marriage? How does he know she will make him happy? All he sees is this white skinned, pretty girl who he’d look good with. And she doesn’t seem to look for any reason either, and as she begins to dislike the disposition of her fiance instead, this guy is who she looks at.

The way you approach a girl and getting to know her has a certain gentlemanly way in which the protagonist of this movie fails to exhibit. And when guys watch this and feel inspired, it leads to them thinking what he did was right – because hey, he got the girl in the end! – and they begin imitating his style in real life. When the respective girls don’t find that enchanting and spurns them – unlike the girl in the movie – some of the guys get angry, which leads to them inflicting trauma in the girl’s life through ways I really don’t want to mention.

Everything is about cinema today. What you bring out through a movie is really very important as a result. Hoodwinking real life people dangerously like this is committing a felony. It spoils guys, it spoils girls. What’s depicted in movies like this isn’t love but lust. Pure, unadulterated lust.

The guy sees a pretty girl and begins stalking her wherever she goes. Him and his friends like insulting other girls to their faces by calling them ‘not worthy to look at’. It’s not funny, people, scenes like that are definitely not funny. If he can’t respect another woman, how will he respect the girl he’s after? And in this case, I can’t blame guys alone. Girls walking around in groups have the tendency to make fun of other guys, pertaining to physical appearances or the way they behave.

Lack of respect, lack of humanity.

You do not impertinently insult other people for the way they look or behave. Especially not to their faces or when you are aware they can hear you.

These attributes usually make up the ingredient to some appalling movies and what’s even horrifying is half of the audience enjoys them and takes them to their hearts. The movie industry is really getting polluted.

Makes Me Smile Big

It goes without saying that the first readers for your book are your close friends, and when they give such a heart warming response, it is enough to make you smile for the rest of your life. Ethereal: The Dawn of the Blue has received three beautifully written reviews so far on Goodreads and one extra on Amazon, which I don’t know who gave, but whoever you are, please know that I appreciate it so much.

I’d love to share those reviews today:

(Readers of Ethereal would know why I chose purple for the hearts in my featured image ;) )

The first one came from Neerja Di, who is the wonderful writer of Ametalk (I love the snowfall she’s set up on her page) on WordPress. She was the first person to read it once it was published, and, much to my astonishment, it took only a day for her. While she entertained me in between by texting about the book’s progress, she blew my mind with a call the next day, by elaborating on everything she loved about the story level by level.

This is the review she gave on Goodreads as well as Amazon:

After a long, time I read a book in one go

Happy Birthday, Taylor!

Okay, I’m a little late on birthday wishes here. I had the date of December 13 bookmarked in my brain but the said bookmark failed in its duty yesterday. Ardent Swiftie and I didn’t make it to wishing her, one of my favourite people on the planet. Forgetting birthdays isn’t exactly new for me, since someone, who sometimes is the birthday baby themselves, reminds me about it. But I didn’t want to miss Taylor’s this year, and was reminding myself ever since December was born, but the light bulb that flickered on in my head this morning didn’t come on yesterday. Oh well, better late than never.

And wishing Taylor Swift can be done by me only through my blog.

So here I am, Taylor. I don’t know whether you’ll ever read this, but regardless, I’d love to express my love for you on your special day. On December 13, 1989, you gave your first cry into this world and that cry morphed into a singing voice that proudly owns five fantastic albums (of now) that no Taylor Swift fan can ever get tired of listening.

The very first song I heard of you was Love Story, which I heard back in high school as recommendation from a dearest bestie of mine, and that was the beginning of my affection, which solidified into permanent love, awe and inspiration as I watched every single appearance of yours on the Ellen Show, Journey to Fearless, other wonderful interviews, and read as much articles I could about you, which gave me more insight into who you really are and how much it cost you to be where you are now.

I listen to other female singers as well, but none of them have ever measured up to your music, lyrics, singing and song composition. And no matter what a lot of people say, you sound excellent live. There’s no end to how much live shows I’ve watched on YouTube, and my workout routine can’t be accomplished if I don’t listen to at least one of your songs.

I hope you had an amazing, blessed celebration with your loved ones on your special day and may you always have that smile intact on your face, keep that spine strong, stay beautiful, safe, healthy, and face the upcoming challenges in life with bravery and wit. You’re an icon in this world, my world, and the world of several other million fans, don’t ever forget that.

❤ Happy Birthday, Taylor!❤

I really hope I get to meet you in person one day, though the possibility is kinda remote. Let’s see

Touch the Sky

Walking through the desert plain

I realise deceiving people are mirages

Shiny, sparkly and enchanting

They vanish into thin air

Leaving you in despair

The vast terrain is dried up

Just like my heart

Thirsty for honesty

But this blank space is empty

The sun shines above me

Illuminating the beauty of the world

Infinite possibilities await my arrival

So why am I driving myself to hell?

The caressing breeze kisses my soul

Awakening my vision to the path

Walk, run or fly

The love of God will help me touch the sky

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If you’d like to check out the first chapter of my recently published book, Ethereal: The Dawn of the Blue, please click here.

 

 

 

Wuthering Heights

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I finally managed to finish Wuthering Heights a couple of days ago, which was my brave second attempt. My first one was over six months ago, the day the book was delivered from Amazon, and I’d had an eye on this classic for a long time before that, courtesy of Eclipse of the Twilight Saga. Though the impact created from it was negative, as both Edward and Bella claim Catherine and Heathcliff to be monsters wildly in love, I’d been wishing to know just what these two notable characters do in Wuthering Heights to create that effect. So as the book finally reached my hands, I sat down with it, clueless of what was going to happen.

A week later, I didn’t even finish half of the book before the last ounce of my patience waned and I snapped it shut, keeping Emily Bronte and these hideous psychos away from me as far as possible. What in the world was going on? Every single person was in need of a highly secure asylum! I’ll except the narrator, because she was the only sane person, and I really don’t know how she survived the madness surrounding her. Heathcliff and Catherine turned out to be so appalling that I couldn’t believe someone would want to star the lead couple like that. I even wondered if Emily Bronte was mentally ill while writing this story. Or did she go through something like this or witness it in person? Whatever it was, reading the rest of the book was a very dangerous thing to do. No way was I finishing Wuthering Heights. I couldn’t care less whether Heathcliff and Catherine got together or ended up setting fire to themselves.

I didn’t hesitate to give it a one star on Goodreads and be done with it.

But after a few months, as I fell in love with Jane Austen (read Lizzie and Darcy), my eyes began to stray back to Wuthering Heights gently flapping in the breeze from my fan. It sat beside the rest of my classic collection, eyeing me innocently yet in a way it kept seeking my attention. In the midst of my continued ignorance episode, I had a phone call with my bestie, who claimed to be head over heels in love with Wuthering Heights. In complete shock, I asked her why, and she gushed about it in a way that switched on a light above my head.

If there’s anything I hate other than lies and ungratefulness, it’s giving a book a one star. It’s really like murdering a great piece of work. But with my best friend’s review, I was glad to find I suddenly had an idea to view Wuthering Heights in a different way. Maybe I could read it again and look at it from her perspective? Why don’t I give it another try? So after I finished Jane Eyre (which is another book I love), I cleared the one star rating from Goodreads and re-opened Wuthering Heights with a silent prayer, hoping I find one reason to love it. I really didn’t want to hate a well written book. So I began reading and as the story progressed, I was hit with the realisation of just how much of a genius Emily Bronte was to create such monstrous characters. Let me explain before you start worrying about my sanity.

Is Mr Heathcliff a man? If so, is he mad? And if not, is he a devil? – Book Excerpt.

Enough said.

Heathcliff and Catherine are the most insane souls to exist. Totally. Hands down, they are destructive, selfish, dark, possessive and wrathful. Anyone who gets close to either of them is crazy. No author in her/his right mind would really want characters like this as their lead hero and heroine, and it would have been the same attitude back in Emily Bronte’s time. But to see her take on this incredible dare devil avatar and allow herself to give birth to such psychos is extremely commendable. I mean, just look at her guts! I was so impressed with how well she executed the idea of a very dark story. It’s like she’s done the job flawlessly. In every character, there is darkness and a different dimension of monstrosity. In every chapter, something hideous happens. You just want to know more about just how much psychotic these weirdos can get, and it provokes you into devouring the pages. The effect was such that I either loathe it or love it to pieces for the same reason, so it was like I give the book either a one star again or hit that five star. With each chapter though, I was inclined more and more towards the latter. Heathcliff really rocked. I wanted to burn him in hell; I wanted to strangle Catherine; and I wanted to do something similar to the other characters, but I was actually enjoying the story . I’ve never felt this way about any book before, and I’m highly amused with myself for doing that. It really was a thrilling experience and this time, I didn’t hesitate to award Wuthering Heights a five star on my Goodreads.

I felt compassion towards only three characters – the narrator – Nelly Dean, Little Catherine Linton and Hareton Earnshaw. The one small set back is that Nelly Dean really needn’t have been the narrator and letting the story unfold as a flashback. Because some of the suspense was sort of killed, but it was all right. As she is the only sensible person, nearly everyone vented out their vehemence and feelings to her and she fit the role of narrating it to us.

Overall, I liked my new vision of Wuthering Heights and it may go through a re-read after a few months. What was your experience of this book? Feel free to share it in the comment section.