Blue Sky and Hard Rock

Though I didn’t really completely understood Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights the first time I read it, its first few pages which I can only describe as ghastly and the passionate yet turbulent relationship between Catherine and Healthcliff, which is much like the raging winds of Northern England, had ignited my fascination for the dark, the dreary, and the heavy drama enough to have me reading the book over and over again for years. It had since become one of my favorite books.

Since reading this and Frances Hodgson Burnett's The Secret Garden, I would - from time to time - find my thoughts wandering off to the moors of Yorkshire where I would roam alone for hours, with only my thoughts to keep me company. As Mr. Lockwood would put it, "In all of England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society." It's funny how a place like this could be so miserable, cold, and harsh to most people yet so appealing to me. Not that I'm a loner or even a misanthropist. I just value peace and serenity. Living in big cities for most of your life does that to you, I guess.