Welcome to Wuthering Heights Wednesday! I’m hosting a read-along of this classic novel, and we’re reading (and posting about) 3 chapters a week. Joining me in this adventure are:
- Literate Housewife
- Vivienne( Serendipidy)
- Messy Karen
- Jenny (Take Me Away)
- Ti (Book Chatter)
- Lisa – Lit And Life
- Dar@ Peeking Between the Pages
- J.C. Montgomery (The Biblio Blogazine)
- JoAnn (Lakeside Musing)
- Gentle Reader (Shelf Life)
- Amy at New Century Reading
- Geri at One More Foggy Notion
- Rob at Books are Like Candy Corn
Each week I’ll be posting a synopsis (which could contain spoilers, so fair warning) and my thoughts. Here we go…
Chapters 10 through 12
When last we left The Heights (doesn’t that sound like a good name for the soap opera that is this book?), Heathcliff had vanished and Catherine the First married Edgar Linton. Now that they are living in connubial bliss, guess who shows back up? All grown up and with nothing better to do than torment his tormentors, Heathcliff returns to Wuthering Heights.
Edgar is not a happy camper.
Cathy is beside herself with joy.
And Isabella (that’s Edgar’s sister, for those of you who haven’t been keeping up with the genealogical chart) falls in love. (And editorial comment to Isabella: bad move, dear.)
Cathy becomes a bit distraught over the fact that her husband won’t be nice to her BFF, Heathcliff. So distraught that she works herself up into quite a state. As Nelly explained to the doctor:
“…but you are acquainted with the Earnshaws’ violent dispositions, and Mrs. Linton caps them all. I may say this; it commenced in a quarrel. She was struck during a tempest of passion with a kind of fit. That’s her account, at least; for she flew off in the height of it, and locked herself up. Afterwards, she refused to eat, and now she alternately raves, and remains in a half dream, knowing those about her, but having her mind filled with all forts of strange ideas and illusions.”
Meanwhile, Heathcliff decides to take advantage of Isabella’s love and marry her. I’m assuming he does this only for revenge. By the end of Chapter XII, they have ridden off together into the night. Seriously.
Have I mentioned that I think Cathy is quite the bitch? I have? Well, it bears repeating. Check out this delightful quote:
“These three awful nights, I’ve never closed my lids – and oh, I’ve been tormented! I’ve been haunted, Nelly! But I begin to fancy you don’t like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me – and they have all turned to enemies in a few hours.”
Can you believe the gall of this woman?!? She slaps her future husband around, declares her love for Heathcliff but states she can’t marry him because he has no money and a bad reputation and it would just ruin her, she treats the servants like dirt, she embarrasses poor Isabella by divulging and mocking Isabella’s love for Heatcliff in front of Heathcliff and she expects people to love her? Give me a break. Is anyone else secretly hoping she really is dead?