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15 November 2003

Favorite read

Too long I roam in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
Wuthering Heights,

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy!


Of course you all know these are the lyrics of Kate Bush' Wuthering Heights. The BBC is in search of the greatest books in literature history in their series The Big Read. In each program, a famous Briton pleads in favor of his/her favorite book. Tonight actor Alastair McGowan made a case for my all time favorite book: Wuthering Heights.

The darkness, the passion, the hate, the deep despair. Fabulously descibed by *oh shock* a woman.


'Are you possessed with a devil,' he pursued, savagely, 'to talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me? You know you lie to say I have killed you: and, Catherine, you know that I could as soon forget you as my existence! Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?'


Everything there is to be said about the book has already been said. But the show mentioned something I did not know. When Emily Bronte died, she was burried in the local cemetery. Years after her death, the place was closed. Because the ground had started to shift due to all the slosh of decayed bodies from centuries of dead people. It seeped into the town well and poisoned people.

Fits the theme. Read that book.

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