Chapter Eight: The Wiz and the Wuthering

[rachael1918]

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As I chewed my sandwich (back in bed) I read the first few pages of Wuthering Heights. I had meant to start it months before, but hadn’t found the time. I was bored of it by the time I had finished the sandwich; the blurb had lied to me, I could see no trace of a free spirited Cathy or a brooding, conflicted Heathcliff. I had just read four pages about a dull, unremarkable man’s struggle to find a place to stay. I put it down on the floor, grunting in annoyance when I stumbled over it as I took my crumb-covered plate back to the kitchen downstairs.

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I love the version of the Kate Bush song Wuthering Heights I've tacked on at the end, mainly because it becomes weird by virtue of the its being an ordinary take on a bizarre sounding song.