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I read both Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights in high school. I must have been fairly indiffererent to Wuthering Heights, since I can't remember my reaction to it, but I despised Jane Eyre. Until a few years ago, I had my original paperback copy of Jane, filled with my penciled-in comments complaining bitterly about having to read such a horrible book about such a stupid twit. My old copy of Wuthering Heights, however, merely had occasional underlining, so clearly it didn't arouse my ire.
I've seen bits and pieces of both the classic movie versions, but I don't believe I've ever seen either one completely. I have audiobook versions of both novels; I've tried listening to Jane but I couldn't get through the book (I never abandon books, but since it was a reread, I happily gave myself permission to quit). A few times I've been on the verge of listening to Wuthering Heights, but I keep back-burnering it in favor of some new thriller or mystery. Reading either of the books seems like a chore, not a pleasure. Someday I'll grit my teeth and do it.
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