Stepping Into Wuthering Heights
I’m about to begin Wuthering Heights. I actually ventured into it weeks ago. Somewhere around chapter four, I realized I was reading it wrong.
It had been a very hectic period for me at work, plus the weather had been unbearable… Temperatures over 40° in the day, and just a little under that at night. So I went with In Her Own League and then mostly television at that time.
Now I am ready for Wuthering Heights.
Not just read it… but enter it.
I’ve heard enough and also tried before, so I know this isn’t the kind of story you rush through. It’s not a quick, feel-good romance you skim between moments… It asks for something slower. Something more present.
I’m learning to approach it differently.
Not with urgency…
but with stillness.
Like sitting alone, in a corner, on a beautiful day. Maybe with some coffee, maybe just water.
Not chasing the story…. but watching it unfold.
Watching people unravel…
There’s something almost comforting about that idea. To read not for speed, but for depth. I want to let the atmosphere settle in. I want to observe, rather than judge too quickly…
So this is me, at the threshold.
About to step into a world that doesn’t promise ease… but promises to be felt, really felt. And that’s why I will take my time… No rush.
Let’s see what waits inside.
