I am a Yorkshire lass who lives a stones throw away from the bleak and barren moors depicted in my least favourite book. Yet neither my love for the moors nor my pride in local heritage can make me feel anything other than 'bleh' at such a miserable and bitter 'love' story.
Description (courtesy of Amazon):
Lockwood, the new tenant of Thrushcross Grange on the bleak Yorkshire moors, is forced to seek shelter one night at Wuthering Heights, the home of his landlord. There he discovers the history of the tempestuous events that took place years before: of the intense passion between the foundling Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw, and her betrayal of him. As Heathcliff's bitterness and vengeance is visited upon the next generation, their innocent heirs must struggle to escape the legacy of the past.
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