Rolling in Brie

So, why are we rolling in brie? Well, it's time for the dreaded Wuthering Heights, which I have had a hate-hate relationship with for years. I can't see the point of it as a love story, it's morbid and depressing, Bella from Twilight loves it and I've tried a couple of times to read it without success. But now I am ready to give it one last try, and if I still hate it I probably won't read it again. I saw a film version over Christmas too that was quite good (Andrea Arnold's 2011 adaptation, black Heathcliffe, all very post-colonial). Anyway, I could do with something shorter, with less Victorian excess, to cut the richness of all that Hugo. It also gives me an excuse to refer to the Kate Bush song. Heath-cliffe, it's meeee, your Cathee, I've come home, let me in-a your window. So coooold.

Awesome yet mad song

I'm going ebook as it doesn't really matter what edition I read and it will be lovely to just carry my notebook adn Kindle around. What with BIHNR and all the other books I read I have been lugging Les Mis, the Bell Jar and My Cousin Rachel around for the last week or so, and Les Mis weighs a ton. I'm so glad to have finished the notes for it before the end of the month, now I've just got to review Mr. Selfridge (not the proper title) and the Bell Jar (which is taking ages) then I'll be clear, although I will probably start reading WH before I've finished the rest of the writing. I should also probably attempt to clear my mind of all that hatred of the book!