Wuthering Low

Seduced by the very cool cover on this new edition I tried to read this again. I still don't like it. Maybe my list of things I will not tolerate in fiction (narrative written in dialect and dream sequences) was born out of this very book. Because after opening with the wild dream sequence with the ghost of Cathy clawing at the windows we get to Joseph speaking the immortal words "Und hah isn't that nowt comed in frough th'field, be this time? What is he abaht? girt eedle seeght!"

Why is this book romantic? Heathcliff is a brutal lout and Cathy is a selfish spoiled snob. OK so it's modern but what is the romance abaht? I could care less about any of them. Girt eedle shite to them!