Wuthering Heights

I think I may start a pattern of reading one classic novel a year. Last year it was Thackeray's Vanity Fair. Before this year is up I think I'll read Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights.

UPDATE:
If this novel turns out to be too tedious I'm not finishing it. Life is too short for that when you're beyond it already. I hit a goldmine in Vanity Fair, being a great novel (or interesting in a way I was precisely looking for, societal relationships and phenomena and all that, described with understanding and skill) I'd not read before.

So I'm not going to record the page number progress. I should've chosen more wisely like I did with the Thackeray. I chose Wuthering Heights based on a reference in some guy's blog profile. Probably a James Joyce would have been better after a 19th century work like the Thackeray... (This is all normal sifting of influences that goes on, but when you write a blog post announcing you're going to do something this type of retraction has to be made!)