Wuthering Heights: Til death do us part?

There are some serious issues going on in the minds of some main characters. Heathcliff is set on punishing Hindley for bullying him when they were younger. However, Hindley dies before Heathcliff can execute any brilliant scheme of revenge. SO WHY does Heathcliff take out his resentment on Hareton? It's not like Hindley's going to be really angry about it; he's already dead! Also, Heathcliff demands he be buried by Catherine with their coffins open to each other. THAT'S SO WEIRD!!!! I can't be the only person that thinks that is extremely disturbing. What on earth was going on in Heathcliff's mind that would make him think being buried with open coffins would make his life (that he no longer would have) better?
There seems to be a serious difference of thinking between Miss Bronte and the rest of humanity in regards to death. What with Catherine haunting Heathcliff 24/7 and stuff like that, I'm pretty glad to not be a character.

Wuthering Heights: An Explanation

Last night, at approximately 6:30 p.m., my power went out for an hour. What happened when it came back on? I sprinted to my computer like any diligent student would to post my final blogs. Unfortunately, the internet wouldn't connect. My heart was broken. I am all apologies.

Wuthering Heights: I hate Isabella

"On ascending to Isabella's room, my suspicions were confirmed: it was empty." (Nelly)

Oh, how romantic! She runs away with the man who everyone told her to steer clear of! Such a TSwift song in the making! You know what kind of stuff T doesn't sing about? Marital problems, hatred of your spouce, and birthing children. Guess what happens to Isabella after her romantic run-away? All of the above. That's what you get for being a diva, thinking too highly of yourself, and not listening to others. She completely fabricated this image of a charmingly mysterious man who would be good to her. FABRICATED! Idiot.
I feel no sympathy.

Wuthering Heights: Family Tree

"The intruder was Mrs. Heathcliff."

This is the biggest jumble of names and relationships of my LIFE! How the heck is the average human mind supposed to keep these in check? They can't. So I made  my own family tree. Thank me later.
Mr. and Mrs. Earnshaw                   Mr. and Mrs. Linton
                  I                                                     I
Frances=Hindley-Catherine=Edgar Linton-Isabella Linton=Heathcliff
             I                            I                                            I
   Hareton Earnshaw = Catherine Linton    =  Linton Heathcliff

Weirdest thing of my entire life.

Wuthering Heights: a correction

"Heathcliff" (pg. 30)

I've been spelling Heathcliff wrong the entire time... sorry!

Wuthering Heights: I'm gettin' deep here!

"A ray fell on his features: the cheeks were sallow, and half-covered with whiskers; the brows lowering, the eyes deep set and sngular." (Wuthering Heights, pg. 87)

I think I deserve a round of applause, not to brag or anything. But really, this could be one of the first times I actually go deep into the story! Cheers!
Anyways: If I was forced to pick ONE adjective to describe the tone of this book thus far, I'd go with "barren." Through the setting, style (with regards to the simple diction and syntax), and characterization (as I quoted above), Miss Bronte paints a barren picture. Wuthering Heights is a big lonely place with a moor and everything desolate you can imagine. The diction and syntax are skin and bones. Heathcliffe is often described to look very cast-down and almost dead. Hindley sucks out the life of Heathcliffe and Catherine through his tyranny. Basically, I think I did a really good job picking a word to describe the work thus far, but now my mental juices have run out, so I'm going to stop ranting! Yahoo!

Wuthering Heights: Pass the hot chocolate, please!

"One may guess the power of the north wind blowing over the edge, by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house; and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way..." (pg. 2)

Wow! What a cool setting! I feel like wearing a wool sweater and sitting by a fire while reading this. Not really a wool sweater; they're too itchy. But I do think the setting is a very nice touch to the story. It sets the scene from page 2 of hopelessness and indifference, much like the weather that surrounds Wuthering Heights. You get the image of wind-swept trees with no leaves high on a hill. I picture the house house to look like a small castle, made of smoothed brick and complete with a portcullis. The setting really applies to the story because instead of being a blank canvas, it helps the reader make a prejudgment on what lies inside the house. The first think I thought of when I started reading was sadness, grief and unhappiness, and I have yet to be proven wrong!