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Welcome to Wuthering Heights Wednesday! Softdrink is hosting a read-along of this classic novel, and we’re reading (and posting about) 3 chapters a week.

Volume II, Chapters 11-13

My Synopsis:

In last week’s reading, Cathy was ordered never to visit Linton again. So what do you think happened in this week’s reading? Yep, she went to visit him AND Mrs. Dean is the one that took her.

They met Linton near his house. He was collapsed upon the ground, weak and pale (his normal state of health). After a very brief visit, Heathcliff shows up and orders them to accompany him back to Wuthering Heights. Cathy puts up a fuss. Her papa would worry, blah blah. Mrs. Dean interjects but is not successful and Heathcliff will not take no for an answer. It’s clear that Heathcliff’s intent is to see Cathy and Linton married.

At the Heights, Heathcliff locks Mrs. Dean and Cathy in a room. Cathy attempts to get the key back but instead, gets clobbered by Heathcliff. This is a very strange scene because he puts Cathy on his lap and then proceeds to box her about the ears. I kept picturing Cathy as a kind of bobble-head.

The next morning, Heathcliff reaches in, snatches Cathy and leaves Mrs. Dean in the room. Five days and four nights pass and still no Cathy.

My Thoughts:

So Linton and Heathcliff are in on this together. They’ve basically kidnapped two people and I can only assume that a marriage between Cathy and Linton will be the end result. How sickening.

Heathcliff may be the mastermind behind the plot but Linton seems to be behind it as well. The boy hasn’t matured at all. I’m not even sure he’d know what to do with a wife. To him, a wife probably isn’t much more than a servant. And Mrs. Dean! What an idiot. She certainly knows better, yet she continues to visit that wretched place and now look where it’s gotten her; locked up in some room while Linton and Cathy tie the knot.

My hopes this week were to finish the book. I’m sort of ready to be done with Wuthering Heights but with the long holiday and all, I couldn’t manage it.

Reading along: