I can read!

I found this in my drafts from sometime in March and decided to post it.

It's spring break and I am reading Wuthering Heights for my first time. It's gorgeous out, though cold, so I have been sitting on the porch, wrapped up in a blanket all day with tea. There is sun... I MUST soak it up. I also have just finished my full work load of teaching, so this is my first break in a while.

I have this relationship with books, where at some point I try to read a book beyond my reading level, and then it's too hard, so I decide I will never be able to read it. Like Wuthering Heights. I remember picking it up at my friend Martha's house when I was in elementary school and reading the first page. Barely. I had no idea what Emily Brontë was talking about. Now that I am reading it, though, I find there are no problems. The language makes sense, as does the plot line and the characters. Thank god. I mean, I am a 25 year old graduate student. One would hope I would be able to understand Wuthering Heights.

This also got me thinking about the Victorian Literature genre. I feel like many of the book are just chick lit, written in advanced language. And I like it. Especially if it makes me seem more literary and intellectual.