Gothic Romances

It's still me, Nellie.  I know, two weeks in a row.  It's a miracle, right?  But I really do love the old books best compared to all the modern stories.  And this time I persuaded the human to expand the collection of gothic romances.  It's the Bronte Sisters collection, with Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte), Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte, and hello stock brooding moody hero Heathcliff), and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (Anne Bronte).

Jane Eyre is by far the favorite around here.  The human read it when she was 12 (on order from her grandmother, of all people, because she was supposed to be a young lady and not read all those hoydenish science fiction books.  And no more of those trashy Star Wars novels.) and again for a college class in Women's Studies.  Amazingly enough, after all that, she still vaguely enjoyed the book.

None of us can make any sense of Wuthering Heights.  Perhaps since none of us actually enjoy the tall dark brooding hero archetype.