Who Wrote Wuthering Heights Novels & Stories

she said, her tone still cold. I nodded, but a small sigh slipped out as I followed her downstairs. The house was quiet, almost too quiet. It felt like I was just going through the motions, each step mechanical. When we reached the living room, Hailey handed me a book from the pocket of her apron. It was Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. She placed it in my hands without a word, but I couldn’t help the bitter laugh that bubbled up inside me.

He wasn’t the evil grandfather I’d built up in my mind… or the one Adrian had warned me about. To my surprise, we actually had a lot in common. His suite was straight out of some old-money, vintage film. When he asked me to fetch him a book from his library, I couldn’t help but sneak a peek. And there it was. Wuthering Heights. He owned an original archive copy. An actual archive of one of Emily Brontë’s first published editions… one I’d spent years looking for. It had sold out everywhere when I was a kid. He offered to let me borrow it.

What to say? "I think Charlotte Bronte based her poems and novels on how she and her sisters survived adulthood. The way she spun her works that have combined moral realism with gothic views was a reflection of how they grew up. Poor but with morals. A good example of that is Jane Eyre written in 1847. Sir." She licked her dry lips nervously. His eyes pierced her even more. She tried to suppress her shivers. Hoping it was the assessment he was looking for, she waited.

The walls being light colored didn’t surprise me more than the mountains upon mountains of books he has sitting on bookshelves surrounding the room. I walk around the room running my hands over all the different titles and authors. Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, H.G Wells, and so much more. Wuthering Heights, a first edition version sat in a case in between the shelves by a set of double doors to what looks like a balcony. It stuck out to me more than any of the other titles because it surprises me more than anything that he would read a book such as that. I try to picture in my head him sitting in a chair with glasses, all relaxed and snuggled up reading a classical romance novel