In the historical fiction novel Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte tells the life story of the
Vengeful Heathcliff as retold by a guest of his estate after being informed by a maid who cared
for Catherine Earnshaw from young till now. A young man of unknown origins, Heathcliff grows
up the apple of his adopted father's eye, leaving the man's actual children belligerent. An
immoral relationship unwittingly forms between Heathcliff and his sister, Catherin Earnshaw, one
whose boundless passion spells the end for both of them upon the conflicts that arise after their
father's death. Mr. Lockwood retells to us the string of events as a result of the duo's attempts to
give each other what they deem a better life from what they currently suffer.
This novel, Wuthering Heights, is a fantastic classic romance novel that highlights the
destructiveness of passion. Throughout the book, all conflicts can be attributed to either a desire
for love or hate from stolen love. A fantastic novel whose one flaw is its heavily unreliable
narrator. The incredibly filtered story is pervaded by personal opinions and unknown details that
distort the narrative of who is right and wrong leading to a slightly frustrating read as I never
really knew who to cheer for. Although, that might be the point because both sides' irrationality
portrays passion as more destructive. Overall I would give this book a four out of five as the lack
of a hero might give it more realism, but it also takes away some of the fun for me.