[WH] - This book needs an I hate the moors speech...

"Grief, and that together, transformed him into a complete hermit: he threw up his office of magistrate, ceased even to attend church, avoided the village on all occasions, and spent a life of entire seclusion within the limits of his park and grounds; only varied by solitary rambles on the moors, and visits to the grave of his wife, mostly at evening, or early morning before other wanderers were abroad" (pg 158).

Before I get to why I hate the moors, let me first relay to you how much I hate Bronte's syntax throughout her novel.  The syntax was long and complex, probably adding to the confusion she so desired, and succeeded, to create.  Congratulations Bronte, if your goal truly was to confuse your readers to parallel the relationships at Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Grange, then you have truly outdone yourself this time.  Not only did I become trapped in confusion until the plot finally clicked about 170 pages into the book, but your long and windy sentences that usually contained a plethora of hanging antecedents and dependent clauses usually left me forgetful of where the sentence actually began, which was never where it began.

This, my dear friend, is a moor.  You probably call it a swamp or marsh if you are from the 21st century.

 When I get older, I think that I might move out to somewhere wuthering just off the edge of a beautiful moor.  I mean, look at the view!  You can see for miles.

But seriously, moors are more of a symbol than a setting throughout this novel.  Moors are only home to grass and rarely trees which sort of sums up how Catherine and Heathcliffs initial love was, bland.  Due to the lack of anything stellar on a moor, they are often easy to get lost in (so I hear, I don't believe that I've ever ventured onto a moor before).  This might remind you of Cathy and Linton's love because neither of them really knew where they were going with the love and it became a trap.  Also, moors are pretty infertile.  I don't really know why, but I'm not actually an expert on moors.  I don't know about you, but infertile love sort of draws me to acknowledge Hareton and Cathy's love.  Where did this love even come from?  I feel like they just kind of decided that since they were together so often, they might as well get married.

This book makes me want a pet hamster.