It's funny how this book made my "re-reads" shelf even though it's a book that I liked, but didn't love. I read it for the first time during the summer after Grade 10. I was 16, aspiring to be a writer, and thought it was time I read some writer-worthy great literature. So, I picked up Wuthering Heights and, after slogging through the entire thing, I went scurrying back to the safety of the world of Sweet Valley. When I read it again in my final year of university, the book brought back memories of a summer where I could be anyone I wanted to be, a taste of freedom, but I still didn't love the book.September 2011 -- "read" this book a THIRD time, while working my way through a set of classics on audio.
