having read both jane eyre and wuthering heights, i mulled over the terminologies reflected in the ongoing debate between the sisters in this article. preferring jane eyre myself, and being juxtaposed to a librarian is definitely not too shabby. aside from attaching articulate lyrics to haunting melodies, the excitement in a rock star's routine is much too melodramatic for my liking. while a librarian is being surrounded by books, lots and lots of books, in a hubbub of cool serenity.actually, i find wuthering heights too dark and gloomy, and the fact that it was adapted into film (hihintayin kita sa langit) starring richard gomez and dawn zulueta, directed by carlitos siguion-reyna does not bode well in my affections. not that i don't like richard or dawn, i just wasn't drawn to that interpretation. while the film devotion, very fictional in any shape, way or form, may have urged me to like charlotte better than emily, only a little bit. jane eyre stands on its own by way of plot and flammable paragraphs. the mad woman in the attic may be a product of imagination but the miseries and tragedies of boarding schools is an authentic account of appalling conditions in those days, before the coinage and mass production of antibiotics.
others prefer emily, i've got to find the time to read her poetry. at the moment, i'm reading all things charlotte. later, anne.
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