- Portis, Charles — True Grit (215 pages)
- Simpson, Joe — Touching the Void (210 pages)
- Bardin, John Franklin — The Last of Philip Banter (207 pages)
- Millar, Martin — The Good Fairies of New York (278 pages)
- Millar, Mark — Kick-Ass (190 pages)
- Sachar, Louis — Holes (225 pages)
- Baxter, Stephen — Moonseed (523 pages)
- Buchan, John — The Thirty-Nine Steps (152 pages)
- Bukowski, Charles — Post Office (167 pages)
- Palahniuk, Chuck — Fight Club (211 pages)
- Bemelmans, Ludwig — Madeline's Rescue (50 pages)
- Rennison, Nick — Bloomsbury Good Reading Guide, Eighth Edition (508 pages)
- Rucka, Greg & Steve Lieber — Whiteout (120 pages)
- Rucka, Greg & Steve Lieber — Whiteout: Melt (106 pages)
- Orwell, George — Homage to Catalonia (267 pages)
- Moore, Brian — Catholics (87 pages)
- Chatwin, Bruce — The Songlines (296 pages)
- Funke, Cornelia — Inkheart (555 pages)
- Eddison, E.R. — The Worm Ouroboros (521 pages)
- Milligan, Spike — Puckoon (152 pages)
- Jones, Diana Wynne — Power of Three (293 pages)
- Juster, Norton — The Phantom Tollbooth (264 pages)
- Jeffreys, Daniel — America's Back Porch (286 pages)
- Robinson, Marilynne — Housekeeping (217 pages)
- Stevenson, Robert Louis — Treasure Island (212 pages)
- Bissinger, Buzz — 3 Nights in August (296 pages)
- Rennison, Nick & Ed Wood — 100 Must-Read American Novels (185 pages)
- Cassar, Vincent & Nik Kalinowski — Bloomsbury Good Reading Guide: World Fiction (351 pages)
- Williams, Niall — Four Letters of Love (340 pages)
- Maxwell, Virginia & Duncan Garwood — Lonely Planet: Sicily (349 pages)
- Dumas, Alexandre (Robin Buss, transl.) — The Count of Monte Cristo (1117 pages)
- Straub, Peter — Ghost Story (497 pages)
- Brontë, Emily — Wuthering Heights (316 pages)
Page count: 9912.
I was supposed to read Wuthering Heights in high school. It didn't happen. But I've been most curious for a long time, especially when I learned that it contained an element of the supernatural. Who doesn't love a good ghost story set in the English moors?
The book has been sitting on my shelf waiting to be read for years, probably for at least a decade and a half. Last year I heard there was going to be a new movie adaptation, and that finally gave me the nudge I needed to pick it up.
It wasn't quite what I expected. I expected Catherine, or the ghost of Catherine, to be a more prominent character — beyond having the spectre of Catherine hovering over everything, that is.
Heathcliff was a despicable character, but I often felt sorry for him. It wasn't his fault he was thrust into those circumstances. A better person, though, would have handled it differently and not sought retribution on everyone. (The extent to which he carried out his vengeance, in contrast to Edmond Dantes, never felt justified.) Heathcliff made it hard to feel sympathetic towards him.
I enjoyed the narrative structure of the book. Yes, it's a rather tired literary device, but I thought Brontë used it to good effect.
I was hoping to have seen the new movie adaptation by now, or one of the many previous adaptations, but the former got negative reviews that discouraged me from paying cinema prices, and I haven't had an opportunity to see any of the latter. Thus, I can't compare, but doubtless the comparisons would favour the book in any case.