Bronte

 In search again for a new book to read (seems like I finished the last one I bought rather quickly), I've ended up with Wuthering Heights, in Indonesian. Occasionally, one will find old classics in the language, and one may at least be confident upon purchasing one of these that it will be engaging, whereas one never knows with new novels by unfamiliar authors. I read one recently, for instance, called Vicious, part of a series, believe it or not, that was nearly unreadable, 400 pages of tripe, and poorly written tripe at that. 

Anyway, I've read Wuthering Heights before, but of course I don't remember it. I think I was either in high school or in college when I read it. What is surprising upon beginning the novel, however, is how completely and totally new it is to me. I have no recollection at all of these pages. As is often the case, I had the impression that I had liked the book when I first read it, but had no fast memory of what the book was about or in what manner the story had been told. It strikes me, therefore, as jarringly though pleasantly odd--these strange characters, Heathcliff, Mr. Lockwood, Catherine, and so on. I remember Mr. Lockwood not at all, not even the name, even though he is the narrator of the story! 

And the book may occupy me for some considerable time as well, given the Indonesian translation from the mid 19th century English.