CATHERINE THE GHOST
/I first read Wuthering Heights when I was ten years old: I’d never read anything like it, and neither has anyone else. Emily Brontë’s utterly unsentimental, utterly haunted novel of spirituality, passion and loss has been a part of my life ever since, as a reader and a writer.
And now, thanks to the badass Leza Cantoral and Christoph Paul at CLASH Books, I’m going to the moors with Catherine the Ghost.
Catherine Earnshaw is dead when Wuthering Heights begins. We meet her in the memories and fantasies of others, we watch her reflected in Heathcliff’s passionate grief. But the only time we ever see or hear Catherine directly is as a ghost at a window, palpable, dangerous, struggling, crying out Let me in!
It’s time to hear Catherine’s own voice. It's time to let Catherine in.
