Well, I made myself finish Wuthering Heights. Or, as I call it, Assholes Standing Around Being Mean to Each Other. I usually have a policy of not making myself finish books just to finish them if I don't like them; finishing this one was a "fuck you" to...well, whomever. Why am I still single again?
Plus, I'm a sucker for any 18th/19th-century pastoral shit, with thatched-roofed houses with fires in them, and sheep wandering around huge fields where it thunderstorms 24/7. Hey, I'm a hopeless romantic, fucking sue me.
3 comments:
I'll loan you my Tenant of Wildfell Hall.
supposed to be a sexy one. hey, i wonder which of the Bronte sisters I'd hit?
I heard Charlotte was kind of bitchy, so Anne or Emily.
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