Once upon a time, I was a 14 year old girl. (I know, shocking, right?!) I was a Freshman in high school, and I had the undying heart of a True Romantic. I was obsessed with the Victorian age and would spend hours and hours watching classic movies on cable. As often done in high school English classes, we read Romeo and Juliet, which just further fueled my addiction to classic love stories.
So when our English teacher announced that we were to write a book report on a book of our choice, I of course decided to read a classic love story.
I chose Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.
How wrong I was!!
By the time I had muddled midway through the book, the deadline for our reports was MUCH too close. There was no way I could possibly get through it all in time! Not only was the reading a huge challenge, but I'd actually come to hate Cathy and Heathcliff with the passion of 1000 burning suns! I was disgusted with all the characters and just wanted the stupid book over with already!!
So, I decided to watch the movie again.