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
- Victoria
- Jenny (Take Me Away)
- Ti (Book Chatter)
- Lisa – Lit And Life
- Dar@ Peeking Between the Pages
- J.C. Montgomery (The Biblio Blogazine)
- Whitney
- 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
- Trish at Love, Laughter and a Touch of Insanity
Each week I’ll be posting a synopsis (which could contain spoilers, so fair warning) and my thoughts. Here we go…
Volume II, Chapters 8 through 10
My synopsis:
We start off with Cathy musing about death:
“And what shall I do when papa and you leave me, and I am by myself? I can’t forget your words Ellen, they are always in my ear. How life will be changed, how dreary the world will be, when papa and you are dead.” p. 235
Her father has a cold and she’s ready to kill him off! I offer this up as further proof:
“I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be – that proves I love him better than myself.” p. 236
If you say so, Cathy.
Edgar, who is sick with a cold (that does seem to last for months), isn’t very present in these chapters. Once again, Cathy goes gallivanting across the moors, where she, once again, runs into Heathcliff. Heathcliff guilts her into a visit, as she has evidently broken poor Linton’s heart and he is sick and despondent.
What Linton is is a big pansy-ass. For god’s sake, the man (okay, boy…I think he’s 16 at this point) throws temper tantrums when he doesn’t get his way. He’s manipulative and whiny and I can’t stand the little twerp. Oh, sorry, my thoughts seem to be taking over the synopsis.
So Cathy sneaks around visiting Linton while her dad and Nelly are holed up with a cold. She’s eventually found out, again. You’d think she’d've learnt her lesson after the fiasco with the letters.
Nelly goes tattling to Edgar (NEVER tell that woman any secrets!) and Edgar lays down the law…no more visits to Wuthering Heights for Cathy.
My thoughts:
I’m ready for some more death.
… and me! *pouty face*
My post for this week is here.
I agree with you – I’m ready for some more death.
HA! Love your final sentence.
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“I’m ready for some more death.” Bring it on!
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Nelly is a big tattle-tale isn’t she? And ready for more death indeed…we know it’s coming!
.-= Victoria´s last blog ..Wuthering Heights Wednesdays Volume 2 Chapters 8-10 =-.
What a fun looking challenge! I wish I’d known about it sooner because I most certainly would have joined you. (In fact, I’ve already decided to read it a second time just because it was so much fun the first.)
I’ll play devil’s advocate re: Catherine’s desire to see her father dead before her. In her defense, I do think she was coming from a place of love in her warped mind. I say this because having bore the weight of losing a loved one (and let me tell you, it’s heavy), I’d rather bear more of that same weight than have any of my loved ones bear the weight because of me. I always say I do not fear death (and I don’t), but I fear what my death would put my loved one’s through.
And oh, how I love Nelly. Mrs. Dean rocks my socks!
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