Wuthering Heights

The sole book written by Emily Bronte, this tale of Catherine and Heathcliff shows the depth of their love for one another and how that deep passion finally kills them both, forcing Heathcliff to withdraw from society and slide into vice. English literary experts consider Wuthering Heights to be a masterpiece. It was first published in 1847 under the alias Ellis Bell.

Book Excerpt

Help her count her gold coins, he ordered.

She said, “I don’t need your assistance. “I’m able to get by on my own.”

“Apologies!” I responded in a little sarcastic manner.

She adjusted her dark cloak, claiming, “You were asked to have some tea,” while holding a spoon with a leaf on the saucer.

I said, “I’d be happy to have a cup.”

She said it again, “Wasn’t it inquired?”

“No,” I said with a smirk. “You are the right person to ask that question.”

Her head trembled, and her red lips protruded forth like if a kid was about to scream. She poured the tea, laid the spoon and the rest aside, and started rocking her chair back and forth restlessly.

The young man, who was standing in front of the fire, had wrapped his shivering top garment tightly about his body and was staring at me intently as if there were some kind of unfathomable hostility between us. He started to raise the possibility that he was a spy because of the impolite manner in which he dressed and spoke.