When I pulled out this book from its package and read the synopsis in the back of it, I realized in five heartbeats that this book was going to be a gay romance book. I pretty much had bad experiences reading romance books in the past (I mean, I don’t like Fault in our Stars, like every other normal person on this earth) and at that point, I do support LGBT relationships. Except that I wasn’t quite ready yet to read a novel about it.
But the cover of the novel itself was crammed with a lot of awards. There was the Stonewall book award, the Pure Belpre award, the Lambda Literary Award and the Micheal Printz award, meaning that this is a very promising book. So I walked over to the nearest sofa, and curled up, book in hand and begun to read.
Romance novels are not really my cup of tea. They end up cheesy, with lines that make me wince. Unlike almost every other teenage out there, I’m not fond of the Twilight series or The Fault in Our Stars. My first impression of Wuthering Heights is that it should probably be a mixture of romance and classic. It was going to suck. But since it was a novel that is referred to almost every other books, why not? Turns out this novel wasn’t so bad, especially the romance part. Although I really wished it was toned down a little.
The main plot takes place in a form of a story through the point of view of a side character, Ellen Dean, who had watched the main characters in the story through the sidelines. She is a bystander, having almost no impact towards the plot except simply being a messenger, and a character where that the characters trusted enough to confide to. But with her as a narrator, the story was tipped to look bias, and several details missed or misunderstood. Ellen, fondly called Nelly, was a servant and a housekeeper at Wuthering Heights with a family tree faithful to working in the house.