Jump off the moors

I feel like I haven't posted in a while, but it hasn't been that long, has it? I'm here tonight because I recently rewatched Alex Day Read Twilight (on YouTube) and it inspired me. In his first video (or possibly second) he says that because Bella wants to read Wuthering Heights, she is not normal. Apparently, if she was normal, which we already knew she is not, she'd be reading Twilight.

Needless to say, I'm very confused as to how Wuthering Heights could be anyone's favourite book. Admittedly, I haven't read much of it since the last time I wrote and we all know how I was feeling then but at least I'm consistent in my dislike.

Maybe this is only another example of how Bella, who I don't mean to be talking about as if she is a real person, is an oddity. I have to note that the characters in my book (or at least Clementine and Liam) are what I would call odd, as well, but in a quirky, crazy-cousin-who-you-dearly-love way. Bella is weird in a my-favourite-book-revolves-around-people-who-are-selfish-revenge-thirsty-and-moraless way. You know what's a normal classic to read again and again? Pride and Prejudice. That's a good book with worthwhile characters and moral progression. Wuthering Heights? That's a strange gothic novel with a bunch of characters who should put themselves out of their misery and go jump off the moors in succession. Presumably there's a cliff at the end of the moors that leads to a rock, perilous beach.

Then I was wondering what Edward does in his spare time when he's not A) watching Bella sleep/snooping around in her room, reading her dog-eared copy of Wuthering Heights, B) creeping in the woods outside Bella's house thinking about how pathetic and tortured his live is or C) dismantling her car and taking away her personal freedom. My conclusion for what he does in his bedroom all night is reenact a one man show of Romeo and Juliet because it is his favourite play.

You can tell a lot about a person by their favourite literature. Bella and Edward are one strange example.

I'm sure there's normal people who like Wuthering Heights. Maybe. Far out there in Antarctica, hanging with the penguins. I'd like to talk to one of these people so they can motivate me to keep reading. If this blog--in which I didn't actually talk about the book at all--has been any indicator, I'm having a hard time with it. I don't actually care to know how Heathcliff will find his revenge on That Guy Whose Name I Cannot Even Remember. Lindly? Lindon? Linton? I think it's Linton. Whatever, I'll crack it open again tonight. Maybe.

Any suggestions for the next book? I'd like to read something I might actually enjoy.