I have always judged books by their covers. See also records and, to a degree, films. As a result, my shelves are filled with beautiful but random titles. Hours spent mooching about on the internet naturally brings up the same content time and time again, and I recently noticed that there is one book that seems to have inspired illustrators and artists so much that it has multiple, gloriously designed covers available.
I didn’t do so well in my English A Level (I was busy buying records with cool sleeves - PRIORITIES) but, had I been in the other class at school, I would have read Wuthering Heights. The Kate Bush song is clearly incredible and one of my all-time favourites, so I kinda know the gist of the story but that’s where my knowledge ends.
Recently, I confessed my shameful secret to a friend. Her reply? Apparently, ’it’s one of those books you have to read as a teenager’. What?? I’m too old now? This is bad news indeed, for I would buy any one of these delightful editions for the cover alone. I hear the contents is pretty amazing, but maybe the idea of it, with its classic soundtrack alongside all this dark and magical imagery, will have to do.