Like a lot of folks, I first read Wuthering Heights when I was in a high school English class. I was less than impressed. I found the writing style laborious, the use of dialect almost impenetrable, and the characters appalling. Now I realize that’s why they make chocolate and vanilla — de gustibus and all that — but I have to admit I’ve always wondered what sort of abduction/violation fantasies were harbored by the Heathcliff fangirls around me.
Studiously Uncool presents my dissatisfaction quite nicely.
H/T: Fourth Checkraise.